Joe Hot ShotA Poem by Kenneth The PoetJoe Hot Shot from the
East Coast caused the good and the bad, the bread and the bilge, the pets and the pests to bail from the sinking employment vessel. And the influx, mostly in the minor range of age, have to cross state lines. And if Little Johnny wants to crack skulls on the football field, he's sidelined for 180 days because the state to the north has a different policy to curb open enrollment. He learns a hard lesson, sometimes you end up singing an Eddie Money song and learning from it. No control, in other words. When we f**k up, the waves travel down the generation tree. © 2011 Kenneth The Poet |
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Added on August 19, 2011 Last Updated on September 6, 2011 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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