The silence is broken

this posting is for jim, from your friend braden.
the technology afluent writter with a pen.
I guess you say what you please when you squeeze the titties of a
LI-BRAR-I-AN.
If only for a moment let your eyes imbibe.
A flow that woe-ent let your mind deny.
don't be surprised if you pass him by.
and you only get a shy, unaudible hi.
then with his backpack on, he will pat pat gone.
in search of the next mowable lawn.
last time you saw him he forgot your name.
believe me this time it's more of the same.
But, if you want to stick in his brain.
let him piss and complain on all the dis-tain.
he obtained from the pain, now stained on his name.
which is how he came to attain,
his claim, on the wall of shame.
just cuz, he didn't want to brang, a hat for his thang.
eventhough he knew there was a bell to be rang.

now, everyone can wait in awe-ment,
for the next installment,
that reflects involvement,
of my, what do ya call it,
oh, right,
life.

P.S.
I would like to ask everyone a favor. the TUD camp has called Ken @ the Hull Tap several times to no avail, so I was hoping our dedicated cult following in Des Moines could plant a bug in ol' Ken's ear so we might get a response from him sometime in the near future. i would like to thank everyone for showing the unwavering support that we have recieved from you all.
HUUUUUUUNNNNNNNUUUUUUUUDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!