Road AppleA Poem by Kenneth The Poetthe burnt orange road apple is now in the same as league as the blue monster not obsessed with cookies, but with saying that bananas are crunchy and being a superhero, but nobody remembers that guy because nobody remembers the haystack, the orange cat and the one with the two first names, but we live in the current year and the current thing is stealing Texas tea from a place that starts with the letter vendetta and we watch the coverage on the Texas Venezuela, whether or not it’s the giant magic box or the tiny magic box, and the burnt orange road apple drops another one of his evil road apple eggs on the current timeline by cancelling the rights of those that are of certain color, refer to the throne upstairs for more information, but we all know what dog whistle means and there’s a metaphor there that shouldn’t be teased out because it’s beyond offensive, but let’s distract ourselves with the fact that the most famous it-girl of this timeline is marrying a guy who’s team is failing at being offensive when it’s his chief objective to be that way… but on the bright side, the Fresca man and the not-a-crook would be proud of the burnt orange road apple reinforcing the doctrine that the hegemon numbered vendetta devised two centuries before… Ouroburos is just so proud of you, the burnt orange road apple… Huzzah!
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Added on December 15, 2025 Last Updated on December 15, 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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