poemranker ::Replying

ReplyTo a comment on I Can Write A Wrong, But I Can't Right A Poem by horus8.

horus817 Dec 2002

jesus it's like speaking sign language to a crosseyed chinese pole vaulter. here once again. yes. i have a diploma, have you actually ever been asked to brandish one? obviously often the way you bleet about them, i haven't.oh well i guess when i'm at an audiyion against a yale trained actor, or a private school trained actor i should worry huh? yes i know what it takes to be a dr. (what? is that privaledged information held by the golf clubs of the world) you act like you have a diploma in the medical field? but, you don't so shut your pie hole, as for her age? you do, remember you? brought it up in fact i thought she was fourty still i don't really pay attention to b-days. and she is something...she's real to me, unlike yourself..i can hold her poetry in my hand see her smile, have a cup of tea with her, and laugh repeatedly at your expense, for no expense, but above all no matter what i've ever down, ever.. she has stayed true as my friend regardless, and that my drunk parrot in a small uknown cafe in el salvador..is untradeable.where as someone like yourself, is unreliable, untrustworthy, never satasfied..a cheater, a back stabber, a weak minded oil slave, but worst of all you're incompetent, and you lack integrity..still it's intriguing sometimes to run a car down to empty just to mark the stall line with memory. for the future. you see. as for stan rice ..if you recall we were talking to katie..how fucking complicated do you want me to get with her poetically speaking..everyones gotta start somewhere right..why not stan..you have yet to raise one argument against any of his poetry, and i sent you two..perhaps..you need more. mr poetry, and a bucket of fish for your high flipping sea world antics, and yes you're entertaining alright about as much excitement as a jet fuel doused clown car with no doors..i wont be playing a doctor, the role is for lucky..watch the show too know. as for the internet passions thing? ha! ha! i'll take stan rice, peanut brittle, and watching you chew on your flea invested rump any day of the week. thank though i'll keep it in mind, when i go to feed the chickens tomorrow.