Brent Kincaid Poems

Why are you bragging
When you keep dragging
Your gender and species
Through the feces of history?
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AUNT PEACH

She wasn’t really our aunt
But she had been Daddy’s friend
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My memories are like leaves
The sunlight shining through
Giving them a luminescence
They never really knew
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It seems that I am always walking,
I can’t see so much when I ride.
Even a bicycle makes it go too fast;
I like the view when I set the stride.
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It was one wild ride
A matter of fact
A hell of a party
To be exact.
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MUSING MORTAL

I walked around amused
And ultimately confused;
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