The Mafioso

The Mafioso

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

The mafioso
points the
barrel of a
DE 357
at the skull
of every
innocent,
and smiles
malevolently.

Freedom does
not exist,
there is only
slavery.

No matter what,
you live your life
in a holding cell.

Heaven is a cage,
gilded and not on fire.

Life is a cage enough,
bound by physical laws,
so why should we
hold ourselves
further hostage?

Because we like to be slaves,
because we always serve something.

Welcome to the circuit,
so start it up again.

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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freedom exists if you're on the otherside of the barrel

Posted 13 Years Ago


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. whoa! ... this is a spine-chiller ...
. and truly profound ...
. freedom indeed does not exist ...
. till it is freedom we serve ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


"Life is a cage enough,
bound by physical laws,
so why should we
hold ourselves
further hostage?" --Sounds like One wants to convince Himself to kill himself. ahahahaha.


What are your thoughts about freedom?



Posted 13 Years Ago


Brilliant analytical piece. Nicely stated how when we really look at our humanity without the blinders we find that our mentality, society, and choices bind us in chains as sturdy as hardened steel. I liked the part about the heaven not being on fire therefor a cage as well. Well stated.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Riveting write...

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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