South By SouthwestA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
you live in the south by
southwest of existence the third quadrant of it all but then again so does all of humankind why, you wonder because the God that many worship has a boner for perfection that his children can't ever match and the evidence is written into the waffle layout that dominates these disjointed provinces of Vespucci a township measures six miles by six miles and that doesn't totally reflect evil but something close to it like Nutrasweet but the sections hide the nitty-gritty, fishing in the dark truth and it's serpentine to put it mildly draw a six-by-six plat and make a counting snake in the upper right corner and go back and forth over the township like the old DOS game and wind up in the bottom right corner, south of where you commenced and you figure it up and you figure it out and then you hear Remake Shaft screaming about basilisks in a fuselage even though Euclid meant something else wholly and totally but that matters not when the nanny decides to hang herself from the third story window at her charge's birthday party Damian lives in the layout and you wonder why the nation is riding the tumbler into Tartarus or maybe it's a coincidence and you all can get back to your peter pulling because the saints always go marching in and you always want to be in that number let he who has wisdom indeed
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1 Review Added on March 10, 2017 Last Updated on March 10, 2017 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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