Eighty-SevenA Chapter by Kenneth The PoetCommittee bullshit, writing verbose reports that are toilet paper.
This is your tax cash at work, and our time lost from just boring meetings.
If we just murder’d political correctness, cover your a*s is gone.
And we could do what we were actually paid to do: instruct kids.
Thank you very much, Santa Claus, for giving us all these lovely gifts.
Jackass. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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4 Reviews Added on October 6, 2011 Last Updated on October 13, 2011 AuthorKenneth 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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