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I Go On (Free verse) by drumrgirl30

I keep my feelings to myself Emotions boxed up, on a shelf. My face may never show pain, though tears in my heart fall like rain. Cool as ice , on the outside I must be Never breaking, but solid as a tree. Bending slightly with life's wind Then standing straight and strong again. I save my tears and fears for the night, Keeping my pain and worry out of sight. Waking in silence with the dawn. With no word of complaint; I go on.

-=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 6-Feb-04/7:33 AM
How dare you defecate all over this poor girl's poeme? Is it not enough that she has been mocked and shamed to the point of lunacy, so that her life's work now resembles little more than a pathetic smear on the toilet bowl of literature? And you... you with your linguistic subtleties and your arbitrarily small epsilons come swaggering in, jodhpurs flying at half-mast, coiling out absurdly bulging specimens all o'er the outhouse floor, like some sort of bizarre dung cannon, blasting what little remains of her awestruck dumplings into oblivion. No, yours are not the proudest buttocks in the land - far from it - yet you flaunt them menacingly, a shame unto their jodhpurs, goading all those that would dare take two sheets of paper instead of one into partially wiped submission. Begone from this town, foul stainmonger, ere the precious outhouse crumbles 'neath your wanton barrage.




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