![]() SugarA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
black tea,
black coffee, blackness surrounding this place but an unseen rattlesnake from another disturbed mind causes a momentary break in the murky, indifferent bliss of his fractured intellect. red scrubs mean danger in the minds of outsiders, says the paranoid Winston Smith within his skull. if cowboy logic and Harlequin romance novels could heal a busted mind. maybe I should be pecked to death in the right thigh by a Northern blue jay and I'll bleed to death, or so says the schizophrenic doing laps around the complex. and that's why sugar is available for both coffee and tea. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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6 Reviews Added on November 12, 2011 Last Updated on November 12, 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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