ZIP Code

ZIP Code

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

you live in a fictional ZIP code
and garner a mass following,

but if you live in the realm
of reality then you are bound
to the laws of it,

and all of the messy
consequences from
frayed endings that
are never, ever fused,

burned together by
butane and flame,

this is what happens
in the true-to-form,
real zoning
improvement
plan codes,

murderers escape justice
and innocents sit on death row,

the middle class bears the
greater tax burden than the rich,

and troglodytes s**t on the
legacies of Plath, Pound and Poe,

this is the drama
that happens in
the real ZIP codes
on a continuous basis,

like the interest
compounding on
a bank account,

or more truthfully
the radioactive decay
of a toxic element,

like the human element
and that exists in every
place there is a ZIP code,

no wonder people escape
to fictional settings on a
routine basis

© 2012 Kenneth The Poet


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You've read my mind... wait a minute..
When you put it down in black and white words, it makes so much sense unless:
"and troglodytes s**t on the
legacies of Plath, Pound and Poe,"

your last stanza will turn out to be prophetic in a larger, scarier sense.

In the words of Philip K. Dick,
“The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words…“…If you can control the meaning of words, you control the people who must use the words.”

So even the few cubic centimeters inside our skulls as Orwell stated, will no longer be our own....

Ken, your writing edge and message weight synergize stronger with each penning. Well done.



Posted 13 Years Ago


Pow!!!! right in the kisser...

Posted 13 Years Ago



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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..