"Postulate, don't Horus8". You won't let me on the best list. He won't let me on the worst list. I already feel displayed like a bumper sticker on a dirty burgundy mini-van. Between "The proud parents of..." and "Please wash me" how's that for san? And you can shove my royalties. Up your dad's arse, if you need mad carshe for added memory. Poemranker is a ferric Kakistocracy of extremely 'sensitive' poets. The first free Internet poetry conglomerate that "raises the hurdles". We have a mug, shirts, pens and pencils. An upside down canary with three stencils. Transatlantic artists of various shapes and colours. We have a popular visor in nigger blue. We have sharpeners in murder red too. We support the Special Olympics, the eradication of small dogs under 12 pounds, and harassing of the homeless and homely. There's a nymphomaniac in hysterectomy purple that will invite your interest. (As for me? No thanks; I'd rather fuck a dentist) We have starved Sirens on Styrofoam rollable backgrounds for home or theatre use in surround sound. Weekend poets in cowardly yellow in both asparagus scented and Morphine covered cancer, and last I checked we even had the Mona Lisa in Satellite TV, pay per view, exotic dancer. I have to go now I think I smell something burning. GOOD GOD!!!! That's the third -=Dark_Angel=- poster this week? A shame those things are quite Chic. They hang nice for the price. You can almost hear the crutches creak. And Grandfather's razor slice.