![]() #9A Chapter by Kenneth The PoetI saw a guy once dancing around like a lunatic with a length of rounded cardboard in one hand and a piece of Porterhouse in the other.
I ask him, what the hell?
He says shamelessly, enticing the ladies.
I ask brusquely, how the hell so?
He answers, heard it in a song.
I answer, not what they meant. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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1 Review Added on September 29, 2011 Last Updated on September 29, 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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