Killing time along the
Kissing bridge where we all wander
Kindly wondering what would become of the
Kingdom of our soul when the
Kings and Queens all die away while
Kinetic energy poses for potential
Kansas seems so far away where
Knowledgeable felons walk away with
Kewl prizes of gold and silver and then
Kindly transport them to safe houses
Knights gallantly save the day while
Kindred souls pull at
Knickers after
Knocking on wonderful appendages
Kindergarten children wander around the
Keyboard playing soft music while the
Kangaroo jumps around in a
Komodo
Kicking cans around the lawn, I
Kill some grass and
Kiss some girls for a
Kilometer of time,
Keeping my soul clean,
Kewl winds braze my hair while I
Knock on the door of my mind,
Know where would be no answer this time around
June 25, 1997
