really great for such a blank canvas.......hahah

i think its a weird thing to share

ok. at this point I'm more worried about your health than your poetry.

Also rename it to Revenge of the Duck Billed Platitudes

The rise and fall of it works for me.

Great buildup and ending, the way I shall be remembered. Change line to: "And find its . . ."

A homerun of... -=10=-

Joe joe, the last intentional thing you've ever done is wipe your face off on a frozen waffle. You professional spackler.

Shite with a capital Ite welk done! I love your work

The first two comments are about the poem that was previously her. I changed title and words because I still have two days 'til next poem.

Hey, forsaken! Welcome to POEMRANKER-VOTE-INFLATING HELL! I hope you like it! *weareonlymortal 65.221.202.101 10 February 19, 2004 3:45 PM PST *anonymous 65.221.202.101 10 February 18, 2004 1:27 PM PST Anonymous 207.173.104.50 10 February 17, 2004 6:36 PM PST *Anonymous 150.135.161.185 10 January 31, 2004 4:24 PM PST yellowtail 209.110.220.96 1 January 22, 2004 8:50 PM PST *Anonymous 216.195.183.44 10 December 12, 2003 2:35 PM PST *Anonymous 158.136.148.162 10 December 3, 2003 10:06 AM PST Anonymous 152.163.252.164 6 July 28, 2003 2:34 PM PDT EAger to Offend 65.95.241.3 1 July 19, 2003 10:13 AM PDT Birdpia 202.152.47.172 6 July 19, 2003 8:19 AM PDT wcrystal lane swiftw 67.119.237.200 8 July 18, 2003 1:22 PM PDT *Anonymous 63.88.160.101 10 July 18, 2003 10:27 AM PDT *Anonymous 24.198.100.62 10 July 18, 2003 9:47 AM PDT *Anonymous 24.198.103.92 10 July 18, 2003 7:39 AM PDT *forsaken'sbigbro 24.198.98.231 10 July 18, 2003 7:35 AM PDT *Anonymous 24.198.98.231 10 July 18, 2003 7:34 AM PDT Terence 195.157.153.253 3 July 18, 2003 7:02 AM PDT [* indicates that voter is forsaken, forsakensbigbro, and/or a three-day-old cod.]

Honest question: Does saying you are not liable for malcontent actually protect you from liability? Is it, in fact, understood that, after reading your disclaimer, I continue at my own risk? I know nothing of that kind of lawyerly talk, and so I am constantly being poked, rash-covered, burned, and given cancer by things I probably should have the sense to avoid. Your response could help me to substantially increase the quality of my life; that is, if I didn't already have cancer from eating McDonald's apple pies.

Brainwashing... genius.. pure genius.. soon enough we will be celebrating "Suicide Day".

soap-opera mini-serie? If only Jesus could bestow his vengeance upon thee..

I have a funny feeling you started writing this as a non-rhyming poem and ended up by just making amateurish couplets, which makes this poem the epitome of hackness times two for being inconsistent. If you actually did mean for 'blows' to rhyme with 'clothes', 'mind' to go with 'wine', and 'lie' and 'night' to have some association, then please ignore pretty much all of the foregoing and congratulations on some really clever writing. Oh, and this poem could really benefit from being properly punctuated and capitalized and from having some cliches (like the last line) de-cliched.

Well, its not bad, but it isn't something that gets my juices boilin either.. the moment conveyed might be the problem, or.. ah whatever. It is worthy of my vile score of seven in any case.

I guess I liked it better when you threw the pineapple at her head.

Is this some sort of Gardening Riddle or enigma? lol. You receive my vile score of eight.

I think what this poeme needs is some arbitrary line breaks. If I may:- She talks quietly with the elderly couple, seeming healthy except for her rubberized hands: Small bendable fingers, look alikes, no fancy prosthetics, stainless hooks, or muscle triggers. It took both of her hands to manouevre, the fork just to pick a single beet slice. I paid my bill and walked outside to a father teaching his son how to skip stones across the pond.

This deserves not to be ignored.