Unique

Unique

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

Drum circle falsehood,
Vatican mission piffle,
a unique admixture
that makes a special brand of
bullshit, one that makes no sense.

Bullshit always comes
in a plethora of hues,
a huge range of browns.

S**t dyed a range of
colors still smells and tastes like
manure, waste, dung, S**T!

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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:) scientifically speaking, s**t is just whatever was ingested after suffering the process of digestion :)). what goes in must come out - even if in a huge range of browns :)).

Posted 14 Years Ago


You open the door to many questions in the poem. Each set of line making me think and want more information. It seem we are surrounded by manure, waste, dung, s**t most of the time. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 14 Years Ago



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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..