Replying to a comment on:

My Dark Power (Other) by The Martyr

It’s burning me now I cannot see It started somehow Inside of me Getting Hotter In Here I'm begging to sweat They’re not dying out there I am not ready yet Temperature has intensified Past degrees beyond measure The world was what I despised I lived without pleasure My eyes reflect flame As yours can not do I am the one to blame Yes me not you Although I do not love you Loathe is what I feel You may have told me tales But I made them real Do not ask for forgiveness There is nothing to forgive I accept nothingness I know I cannot live

Shardik 11-May-03/3:38 PM
Yeah! dude, come on. the only difference between this and your ass is some shit just stinks regardless of the nappy's staunching strength, dude. Duder. dudesky. duderooni. dudette.

Anyone, by the way, in my opinion, that uses the word 'dude' loosely or tightly to gain familiarity or bridge age gaps in a conversation are normally better off just shutting the fuck up without appearing to be 'hip' or 'with it'. Dude, because, they're not in fact, it's sad. Everytime my little brother calls my dad 'dude', or my dad calls me dude? I think to myself, now here are two people that are so afraid of communicating they can't even use one another's proper birth name or said title, and yes James, that's sad. So could you refer to me from this point on as Duke Dudington? Thankyou, for your attention to this most serious of matters.




Track and Plan your submissions ; Read some Comics ; Get Paid for your Poetry
PoemRanker Copyright © 2001 - 2024 - kaolin fire - All Rights Reserved
All poems Copyright © their respective authors
An internet tradition since June 9, 2001