![]() Freestyle HostilityA Poem by Kenneth The Poetcauldron boil and loads of toil in a county claimed as foreign soil, an existential education within a land of degradation, a state of emergency in the state of urgency, heaps of panic on piles of manic everybody’s f*****g frantic! this is survival mode cemented in the unwritten code, left in cold and it’s getting old but nobody dares be so bold because we need the gold, a culture sold out to Mammon and swimming upstream like all the spawning salmon, against the current, against the undertow, against the ever-present bullshit storm of stupidity, but there is no room for moments of lucidity, moments of clarity are the ever-present rarity, so adapt and adjust against the less-than-loving, in-and-out, rapid anal thrust, so the cauldron we thrive in will boil and we will just complete meaningless toil in this place of degradation earning the emotionally taxing education made of dilapidation. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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2 Reviews Added on September 30, 2011 Last Updated on September 30, 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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