ArchipelagoA Poem by Kenneth The Poetthe break room seems so small compared to the first time he sat there,
everybody an island unto themselves but they emote scorn and vitriol when they make an archipelago,
there's a new saying that will never catch on, never become an old wives' tale,
an archipelago of bitchiness,
but, as of now, it's a bunch of islands in silence with some unwritten compliance,
the spark lives in their pocketbooks and not in their hearts,
the propagandists behind the spark would flip s**t if they heard what the folks on the floor said,
that may explain where the archipelago of bitchiness derives from,
customer service is the mantra of their false faith, so the spark should be repealed with the parallel-line snake that's colored in jealousy,
either way,
s****y or not,
timely or not,
the customer will be served,
the spark will still spark squiggles in the middle of cheers,
and the archipelago will b***h perpetually
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2 Reviews Added on January 14, 2013 Last Updated on January 14, 2013 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more..Writing
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