![]() RumorsA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
it's second hand news by
way of friends and family, foes and strangers, dreams and news reports never go back again and don't stop it's best to go your own way become independent, free of the bullshit, fly like the songbird during the mid-seventies the chain no longer bind you, and everything becomes fun, you make walking fun, you make running fun, you make loving fun I don't want to know if you scream Oh Mommy or Oh Daddy in your spare time or if you refer to your significant other as Gold Dust Woman or Gold Dust Man you are a free agent, a being bound to no constraints except natural laws be weird, be odd, be the outlier even if the rumors are true, false or otherwise
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1 Review Added on June 24, 2015 Last Updated on June 24, 2015 Author![]() Kenneth 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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