six-shooters seduced by the stupidity of jailbait,
Oxycontin in the carnal sense corrupting the ghost beyond recompense,
this is beyond what the snicker-doodle in the upper left corner of the auditorium can truly understand,
just drive-by theology with twenty-million hits,
like hits of heroin and not hits to the nuts,
but does that distinction really matter?
bags of black tar attached to a sisal string attached to a rotten incisor,
covered in phlegm and stomach acid,
this is the same attraction that those under the bell curve perception see as Ted Bundy and Jeffrey Dahmer prey upon the impressionable youth of today and yesteryear,
but people fail at normalcy like six bullets fail to murder nine mobsters unless the saints drop out of the ceiling after arguing about the momentary merits of a long spool of sisal,
Well, my Dear self professed Geek...You have just proven to me beyond the Valley of the Shadow of Doubt, that boredom really isn't...boring. My hypothesis, you ask? When bored, the mind goes Mach 5 trying to figure out a way to amuse, distract, or occupy one's time. (be it well wasted or well spent)
There's the mind of Minolta, and then there's your mind...your mind Rocks.
Thanks for all the intricate poetry. Glad to read it.
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..