There Is No Point

There Is No Point

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet
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I mean it, honestly, is there any point?

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There is no point to living on this battered, cratered rock
There is no point in reading and writing pedantic schlock

There is no point in pleasing some exotic being called God
There is no point in seeing the beauty no matter how flawed

There is no point in reading Nietzsche, Sartre and Zizek
There is no point in having periods of mind-blowing sex

There is no point in running a marathon or climbing a hill
There is no point in pointing a gun and shooting to kill

There is no point in discussing issues at a level myopic
There is no point in feeling utopian or even dystopic

There is no point in feeling happy, sad or even between
There is no point in speculating about things unseen

There is no point to music, mathematics or philosophy
The point of our knowledge is approximate sophistry

The point of our metaphysics is empty, agnostic noise
The point of our class system is one for privileged boys

The point of our bodies is left up to the agent, just a choice
The point of our brains is chemical madness with a voice

There is no point is penning any more words of depression
There is no point in fighting the urge, no more repression

The point for Sisyphus was to push that heavy stone alone
The point for me, to teach the math of the cube and cone

The point of the story is to persist, infest and replicate
That may be the ultimate point, our most basic state

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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Great job kenneth !

Posted 12 Years Ago


Enlightening, a little light hearted and definately, to the Point!
nice job.

Posted 12 Years Ago


"The point for Sisyphus was to push that heavy stone alone
The point for me, to teach the math of the cube and cone" - My favorite line, easily.

Ironically, this work is much in-tune with my own views. But (with a shred of optimism), might the point be to find, or make, a point? Anyway, I really enjoyed this.

Great job!

Posted 12 Years Ago


There is no point to calling this dumb bcause after I read I felt I went numb, There is no point in my rambeling on, because it is great, it as well written as fate!

Posted 12 Years Ago



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Kenneth The Poet

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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..

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