![]() Fifty-Two Pick UpA 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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3 Reviews Added on September 11, 2011 Last Updated on September 11, 2011 Author![]() Kenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth 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..Writing
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