The Unlucky OnesA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
twenty-six out cold forever,
and one has to wonder why, why, why, why? there probably was no reason but extreme egotism a*s-raping the s**t out of that man’s mind, and he used that excuse to kill people who either didn’t know him or loved him as her own, for what reason, they ask there was no reason, it just was it just was at the school it just was at the shopping center it just was at the movie theater it just was on the south side street corner mankind will always hate mankind, from birth to death, from innocence to incontinence, from now to the end they were the unlucky ones just like the next one will be the unlucky ones © 2012 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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Added on December 15, 2012Last Updated on December 15, 2012 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.. |

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