Almost readable. 6.

An unpleasant slice of time. That's what I'll behaving.

Odds are you'll go from SMOKING TO CUTTING TO THE CANNERY. I've never seen any one describe smoking in a more exquisitely neither here nor there way ever. That deserves a fucking three. here's an idea... take your wallet chain and hang yourself from it with an entire pack of cigarettes puffing away from your twat... maybe that'll get your ten bucks back and a mustache ride from the mariachi with the guitar, and your dad to buy you a life... If you didn't have some image of curt cobain wedged so far up your ass that you can vaguely here the muddy banks of the wishka eminating from your eyebrow piercing I bet you'd be even fucking COOLER?

fuck, you need a helmet to eat yogurt.

I have a mouse with a little scrolling wheel in the center. For a poem of this caliber, I can only vote by closing my eyes and spinning it back and forth an arbitrary number of times.

if you are going to write a pohm about sumbody , at lest try to make it funny.

w00t

"Are we all children of a God?" Yes. "Yes?" Yes. "Which God," Jesu. "Whose God?" The God of the Israelites. "Does religion matter" Yes. Yes it does. "Or do we just Need faith In one higher being" No. You need faith in Jesu. "And if we don't believe What happens?" You go to hell. "Are we condemned by Believers and followers?" You are condemned by Jesu. "And if so What kind of God Do you have?" An 18th level cleric with Invisibility, the Helmet of True Seeing, and the Amulet of Transubstantiation. "A just one?" God is just. "Or an insensitive, impure Conformist?" God is not insensitive, He is not impure, He is not a conformist.

yep - thats a goodun. But I wonder at the thoughts in your brain that would make tiny children sick.

I envision your professor seducing you during class, asking you to stay after, whipping you with her pointer, wrapping her sexy legs around you... and then you wake up... next to me.

If you figure it out, please say so and I will go to your first poem and comment if you're right.

Welcome to Poemranker. I see you've met the wolves. I must admit your poems lack much of the intrigue and room for personal interporetation I enjoy so much in poetry, but this one is better. You're starting to show something beyond the words.

First verse is good, but it looses focus after that, seems like you can't stay on track, which,I guess is how love, but not poetry, works.

"LIKE old folks?" Does this imply that the narrator doesn't consider themself aged? This question only applies if the narrator is, in fact, old.

spin, spin, spin ......3 AWful

I don't care what category you put it in. I think it is great. I just love it.

There once was poet, a cheat Who thought he was good on his feet So he looked and he found That his distance from ground Made he journey to hell most complete (Hee Hee, Ha, Ho, Hah, Ah hah, Heh, Oh ho, *sigh* Not funny)

Fanfuckingtastik john k should be forced to do this twice a day. http://tinyurl.com/8ty

At first I expected this to end as a slur on maudlin feelings being gushed without any preparation, but now I see I'll have to write that verse myself.