Killing The UrgeA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
Killing the urge to care
But it doesn't go anywhere It might be in the DNA and that never goes away and neither does the bully so the child ropes the pulley and hangs like a side of beef and only a few feel the grief But the authorities feel it now and they have the greatest cow and they care for a little bit and the unaware can't give a s**t But this one knows the truth as we are the necrotic tooth so this one murders what's there, this ironic urge for human care © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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6 Reviews Added on August 19, 2011 Last Updated on August 19, 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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