Tu Quoque

Tu Quoque

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

the lid of the sippy cup
is covered in dog t**d tinge

and the spouse might be right

she thinks the sustaining liquid
smells like an infant's refuse bin

while our opinions diverge here,
she has made an actual point

we imbibe something that has the
hue of sewage and has an
an off-putting stench to some

but I need it f*****g mainlined some days

just call those some days all days

and while the poets, the real poets,
wax mellifluous and carnivorous
about these things, those things
and the purpose of wingdings

the sewage is sipped as shards
of s**t assemble themselves into
some kind of stellar, salacious
stenography that only the sages,
savants and scholars can seize upon
or sympathize with

pointless alliteration brought to you
by the poetic brown-noser looking
for short-term adoration

and now sewage drips from his nose
because connections make hilarity
and memories at the 
most oddball of moments

and the newest definition for the rather
descriptive term shitfaced makes itself known

and that is how it all works

the butterfly flaps its wings and
the verbal earthquake occurs someplace else

tu quoque, anyone?

© 2017 Kenneth The Poet

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Added on March 14, 2017
Last Updated on March 14, 2017


Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND

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