18+ I've have spent my entire life picking up my teeth. A crazy poem about faith & fate. |
-Kicked In The Teeth by God- by Keaton Foster Size twelve Combat boots The soles encrusted With dried pig shit Laced up tight Tied no doubt With double knots The leather Polished like glass The style Screaming of vengeance I really never saw who Was wearing them Truthfully I just assumed I only heard the words Hey you there, kid I turned and wham Like a bag of stones Oh how did I go down I have since remained Way down here Eternally looking up Still wondering What the fuck? I must confess Via conjecture Bullshit really That I, an innocent kid was Kicked in the teeth by God And believe me when I say That it hurt like hell That man, God Wearing those size twelve combat boots Said what needed to be said And then he went on his way No doubt to brutalize others Kicking some in the teeth Some right in the groin Maybe even a few in the ass Stomping on necks Is what he does for sport Blasphemy and the truth Just deal with it I’d like to think That I truly understood What he said And more importantly What he meant But I know in reality Those things I understood least of all And I have since spent 42 years 504 months 15,340 days 368,172 hours 22,090,320 minutes 1,325,419,200 seconds On this earth Further accusing others of my fall Others more powerful in my life Than even God himself Such a fall, so great So very complete I just cannot be saved I cannot be set upright I often wonder will I spend another Month, day, hour, minute, or second Living as I have Such contemplation Is of course ridiculous Just like this A poem about being Kicked in the teeth by God But nonetheless Here I still am Doing what I must All while on the ground Looking up Wondering What the fuck? Kicked In The Teeth by God Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2013 |