Nothing ElseA Poem by Kenneth The Poet"Same old s**t, just a different day"
awake between the hours of ten and six
a living being that should be walking dead but in this artifice before the great meltdown we find demarcations between day and night might as well be utterly useless for those that are sleep-deprived, time is just a stream that appears finitely endless a Colorado creek bed overflowing in April but bone-dry come the ides of July and the phone isn't replaced into the cradle and the out-of-service signal beeps on like that creek bed suffering slowly, not just the main agent but the supporting players as well money leeched hours wasted on trying to make problems disappear this is why the absolutely negative view of humanity holds some grain of truth the stopped clock truth tells us we have the capacity to do great things with great responsibility humans care for other offspring despite being paid or not humans go out of their way to help those they don't know follow the more positive aspects of their respective creeds but in the end, it's all pointless a what-other-people-said-about-Nietzsche-and- Camus-fantasy that promotes absurdist nihilism so what the f**k else is new? nothing else, that's for sure
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2 Reviews Added on February 19, 2014 Last Updated on February 19, 2014 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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