The MafiosoA 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 PoetReviews
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5 Reviews Added on August 9, 2011 Last Updated on August 9, 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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