Abounds All Around

Abounds All Around

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
"

I was bored, waiting for the chemical stripper to do its magic.

"
So I'm in the cellar,
high out of my mind
on a toxic, combustible
mix of Grain Belt, Rolling Rock
and some industrial strength
paint stripper that requires
a protective breathing apparatus
to use and I am having more
delusions of grandeur, like I'm
Jesus The F**k Christ or something

Stripping the floor with gloves
and a Task Force razor blade,
I feel like the Savior as I rip up
the rubber, foamy backing from
the striped carpet that the senile
elderly lady left behind, and beneath
that are two layers of green and white
paint, which makes me think I'm removing
the sin of the world

And this is my cross to carry because
I'm as impulsive as a four-year old in
Willy Wonka's Acid-Head Candy Emporium

Or what the f**k ever else comes to mind

I don't what the f*****g point is to this is
right now, but I can tell you its as random
as a computerized number generator or the
ball blower that the Illinois State Lottery uses

Pointless prose abounds all round

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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Wow! That Grain Belt has a serious kick to it doesn't it!! LOL You might want to go out and breathe some fresh air! Although your delusinoal ramblings are darn entertaining :D LOL

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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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Kenneth 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..

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