American Currency

American Currency

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

And the Lord, with a cavernous growl
Brought down the theater
In a milieu or rabbit screech
and crunching bone

This only happened because
of your idle worship toward me
and your worship of idols beside me

Fraud like full faith and credit
Your entirety belongs to the
American currency because it is
American currency

Threats conceived from the mists
bring death-fraught despair
to those who are truly survivors

And all those for it

or consciously
ignorant of it
must at this
unbreakable moment
cash in their currency in

And I realize the truth,
The outsiders,

the conspiracy mongers
are the prophets
The true voice of God

Lights go out, and so does
the cavernous growl
Escape is not at hand,
for me or the travellin' man!

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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My head just combusted... It makes me wish everyone would go to their bank and demand a withdrawal all at once... *Poof* It's on... Yes, I'm grinning like the Cheshire cat that slaughtered the White rabbit and told Alice that it was lucky...

Posted 13 Years Ago


You have so much of value to say. Love this piece!

Love this stanza---

And I realize the truth,
The outsiders,
the conspiracy mongers
are the prophets
The true voice of God

Posted 13 Years Ago


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...
. very, very heartfelt ...
. an extremely compelling read ...

Posted 13 Years Ago


OOO WOW!!! I loved the 2nd to last Stanza, This is really quite remarkable. I really enjoyed this read, it was quite interesting.....xo

Posted 13 Years Ago


I'm all for its abolition, myself.
'Fraud like full faith and credit'. F**k yes.

Posted 13 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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