horus89 Jul 2003

Hwoarach! phhtewie! hack job poet aboard, mayday. "Hi! Margaret I'm your friend Joter" "don't worry I'll save you!" no, he won't, he's an unimaginative hack also, figures. You both should fucking take your weekend poet hats off and realize you're not poets, you're hacks. Margaret you are such a hack you thought shite was spelled wrong, I'm sorry, but every published poet in the world knows Olde English you twat, you are a fraud and a hack.