Road Apple

Road Apple

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

the 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!

© 2025 Kenneth The Poet


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Kenneth The Poet
Kenneth The Poet

Bismarck, ND



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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..