FootprintsA Poem by Kenneth The Poetwritten in December '23one set of footprints are seen in the sand, does the magical man actually carry you or are we seeing figments, mirages, visions that shimmer away when the light beams refract away… if it’s the former, then why do his followers freak the f**k out when the goat displays show up in the state capitols? is he not capable of speaking for himself? is he not able to knock the display on it’s own, without outside interference? this is the same god that consumed the young bull and the kitchen sink in the first books of Kings? you’re without excuse, they’ll scream, the fingerprints of god’s being are seen all around and everywhere… and yet his creation was compelled, was emboldened, was motivated to knock down a display supposedly dedicated to his enemy… his footprints trampled all over his fingerprints… because he’s so jealous about ironic displays to his enemy during the season set aside for his son… play stupid games, win stupid prizes as the old saw goes… a jealous god they have, a jealous god they defend, a god so jealous that he’ll trample out the vintage where the grapes of wrath’s are stored… and his footprints will taste neither like Welch’s or Franzia… but the capitol building remains standing in Des Moines and no reports of Satanists being struck down have been seen or heard… and many of us are standing back and laughing… laughing that we still exist… laughing that we are slaves to baser and lesser urges… laughing that we are on the precipice of destruction… laughing that we are weeks away from starvation if the power goes out… laughing that we are so close to being bankrupted by one medical emergency… laughing that we are one car repair bill away from living paycheck to paycheck… and this ironic display sets the zealots ablaze more than anything else… frankly, they deserve to be trampled by the footprints of unbelief… it’s the only thing their f*****g limited intellects will ever understand… either way, the surface of earth © 2025 Kenneth The Poet |
Stats
21 Views
Added on December 16, 2025 Last Updated on December 16, 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.. |

Flag Writing