“Oh feces!”
“What the intercourse!”
“Divinity curse it!”
Doesn’t exactly
roll off the tongue, does it.
When we need something sharp,
we don’t use a spoon,
we reach for a razor.
Yes,
there are moments when,
if not appropriate in
gentle circles,
then exact for
the day thereof.
So grab the word,
spill the blood.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 