Eighty-Seven

Eighty-Seven

A Chapter by Kenneth The Poet

Committee 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 Poet


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:) good one teach.

the end made me laugh. the rest made me sick. but only because it's too true. solid write. thank you for this poetic gift. smartass. :)
Cheers!

Posted 12 Years Ago


haha, i love your intelligent, caustic sense of humour

Posted 12 Years Ago


I've LIVED your points... and won't defend others' weakness on having to follow form without substance. I'm not always right but I'm NEVER wrong - until I am (of course)... but at least I will admit wrongness whether or not I am improperly convinced.

Chris

Posted 12 Years Ago


i love the way you peel back the layers of bullshit and reveal the naked jackasses

Posted 12 Years Ago



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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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