Fifty-Two Pick Up

Fifty-Two Pick Up

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

A cup of coffee,
made of butter toffee,
caramelized karma
cannibalized by
demoralized, demonized
dharma by the
loose deuce of abuse
and the ruse of booze
being the anti-noose,
which is nothing but
tasteless boiled goose,
while the Suicide King
made the other red king
and two jacks become
overseers in the kingdom
of the blind, just before
the Ace of Spades becomes
the death card we all know
and love,
caramelizes and cannibalizes
their karma,
demoralizes and demonizes
their dharma,
before they become
the coffee made of
butter toffee.

Fifty-two pick up, anyone?

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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I really enjoyed this. It has a wonderful flow to it.

Posted 13 Years Ago


With seemingly effortless grace, you display the nimbleness of your intellect and I am always left in awe of it.

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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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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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