OstomyA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
just beneath the surface,
the brown bag is seen by those astute of vision and aware of vice even ringing the bell doesn't wash away the sins one commits knowingly, willingly, rampantly you're still guilty in the eyes of the creator, the court of public opinion, and the ones you openly wronged and the route to reconnection may become blocked permanently and the ostomy remains below the black shirt, a long-term reminder of how you screwed everyone over but people may forgive, but they'll never, ever forget but that brown bag, whether or not it endures, is the votive some actions we take can't be undone, and the offender must endure with that knowledge well then, crap in a sack!
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Added on December 4, 2025 Last Updated on December 4, 2025 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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