Kenny Poem by Lamar Cole

Kenny



Kenny was retired.
But many of his friends still held jobs.
Sometimes he would feel guilty about living such a leisurely life.
But a little voice told him, stop thinking so foolishly.
Then he would drink some Budweiser Beers.
And watch some football.
Letting those tasty suds drown his guilty feelings.

Sunday, October 4, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: people
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