WashoutA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
a last-ditch effort to save
the youth even though the effect had the bite of a toothless dog, even though the cruise director with the perpetual lip bump only put on suit jacket to clean up his own washout reputation, they find each other in the sewage underbelly like how electrons find protons, how else could s**t soup find a s**t sandwich with such ease? © 2012 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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3 Reviews Added on February 9, 2012 Last Updated on February 9, 2012 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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