Abounds All AroundA Poem by Kenneth The PoetI 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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1 Review Added on May 31, 2011 Last Updated on May 31, 2011 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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