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Panic (Free verse) by Bobjim When in deadly danger,
When beset by doubt,
Run in little circles,
Wave your arms and shout.
Up the ladder:
Common ground.
Down the ladder:
Murder means oil for Bush's coffer
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.6
Posted: July 5, 2004 8:08 AM PDT; Last modified: July 5, 2004 8:08 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.8 Overall Rank: 1698 Comments:
run and keep running it stinks!
You sir, are a moron. Please refrain from commenting on my poetry ever again.
Fine, but where's the rest of it? I feel strangely unsatisfied.
That's what I thought when I wrote it, but I couldn't be bothered to write anymore.
I'm sorry to inform you, sir, that this piece is not as original as you might believe. In the 60's, there were posters with this poem in every accounting office. Ah, at my age, there is nothing new. A-5- for channeling the past so well.
I wasn't around in the 60's, nor have I been in an accounting office. I know nothing of these posters so as far as I'm concerned, this is a brilliantly original poem.
Bobjim, you rule, keep up the poetic geniusness ness, loch ness monster ness. Wolfey beat government!
Haha, yes indeed.
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I'm insulted.
I think I'll crawl into a hole and die.