The super-saturated sponge cake outside my side door is alive with the old chestnut, Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover.
And the newer chestnut, You Can't Always Get What You Want.
As the members of Generation Z pen sonnets and couplets and precise free verse of a wrist-cutting and blood-letting nature, this member of Generation Y imagines a razor blade attached to a toothbrush handle slicing the super-saturated sponge cake outside my side door along the longest seam.
And the water pours out, bleeds out like blood, like a co-mingling of blood and water after the spear was impaled in the Savior's side.
Except my hands aren't clasped in church door inaction, they have become the anti-seamstresses of sponge cake salvation.
Because the sump pumps of today can only do so much.
And now, this member of Generation Y challenges you to try and find a member of Generation Z who can pen a double hydrogenated, single oxygenated lament like this.
I could read this without knowing the author and immediately know it's yours. That tells just how distinct your work is. Don't take this the wrong way, and I know you won't, but this reeks of geek, and it's great. Geek poetry 'ftw'. Said & done.
ken, love your work for a few reasons...you are the intellectuals funny man, tongue in cheek for the brainiacs yet, there is heart to each of your writes
Ken, do you REALLY think you can get them off their phones long enough to actually (SHIVER) write (SHIVER AGAIN) something? I mean with a (OMFG for real) pen ( THAT IS how its spelled - right? RIGHT??).
What Generation comes after Z? Will pencils exist - since they don't teach writing and prolly not even printing... just keyboarding - but hell, there IS always spellchek but we both KNOW it never worked anyway.
. haha! ... this is brilliant ... albeit in a brutal sort of way ... excellent title ... excellent rendition ... and an excellent challenge right at the end ... "anti seamstresses of sponge cake salvation" ... is unforgettable ... yet, i'd say this lament is poignant ... i dunno which specific element of social degeneration you're referring to ... but i know that it is true ...
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..