Sixty Minutes

another Sergeant Schultz day down on the rock

it has hit midnight again on the chaos clock

the children nestled all snug on the bus

while all the teachers’ plans turn into dust

everyone lost, chickens minus the feathers

especially on days with the s****y weather

sickness abounds, the people come down with it

even the ones that are lower than whale s**t

and the ones inside can’t organize a straight line

from a hundred toothpicks made from pine

they can’t organize a rock fight in a gravel pit

it’s not a soup sandwich, just one made from s**t

then someone starts a fire someplace else

another happy thought goes on the shelf

and somehow they never go over the edge

despite their feet getting hit with the sledge

cowards that refuse to the fight ogres

and so their suicide only goes slower

the farce is more confusing than Riven

considering the circumstances given

and so the people involved stand in the cold

and sixty minutes of agony never grows old

Reviews

[Robbie~xoxo~]

Whoa!! What an intense write!
You always have my mind reeling... such a maze to decipher, Kenneth!
Thought provoking indeed!
The ending is astounding!~xoxo~

[Kenneth The Poet]

Thank you, Robbie. As always.