Gin Blossom FantasyA Poem by Kenneth The PoetA hodgepodge of gobbledygook, gibberish, pop culture reference and real-life stupidity that I conveniently call the sequel to Clusterfuckoslavia.
Thirty Promethean acolytes,
either discussing reality while having gin blossom fantasies or discussing gin blossom fantasies while bullshitting their way through supposedly complicated realities, but whatever the truth may be, nobody knows what the f**k they are doing in this land called la-dee-f*****g-da, so they must reinvent the wheel when the wheel was vastly improved a hundred or more years ago, but it has been done when the rut has the depth of the Snake River Canyon at least when it comes to the actual reality of it all, because acolytes, Promethean or not, are humans and humans are the s**t beings of the universe and s**t beings have mastered the concept and the power of bullshit better than anything else and rationality is their brown crown jewel because rationality figured out how to undo the universe which may be the absolute irony to the Promethean myth after all. Now wonder they wished it was Friday. © 2011 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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6 Reviews Added on September 7, 2011 Last Updated on September 7, 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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