I bet they are.

I like the ideas behind your poems. I wish the search was working bacause I'm trying to find a poem someone wrote about Brighton Beach. The contrast between this and that poem about (somewhat) similar places is interesting.

All this because you can't find your evacuation harness? I'm touched, really, I am. Free plugs are, well, hard to come by. Thank you. I, of course, must give this a 10. But there are some errors I would like to point out. 1. My step mother stole the 13 grand. (Jane) 2. My mother is actually Hungarian, Basque, and German, South American indian. 3. Motherfucking, works better. I've never been fond of diminutives. I'm pleased you can laugh still being that backed up and constipated. It means there is still hope.

Addicted to writing feeble poetry's more like it.

God that was weak. No wonder you neede help defeating the Germans. You're all preoccupied by homosexuallity and fogging eachother's spectacles. What an embare-assing bunch of skinny pale inbreeds. Thank god for Yanks with the balls to pick up the much celebrated slack!

Gripping and free.

Oh. I see you can't be trusted. Thanks for the warning. 1 Scarface was better.

I like the cumbersome wording. I think it furthers your point.

You should be nudered. 9.

squishy

The cadence is addictive, clean and well done. Thanks for the ride.

fairly engaging. and in interesting format.

You are obviously a fag.

WEll, so you don't like cigarettes? poopy doppy do.

Ohio players. Or Sandusky Ohio. Both?

What? No Stimpy?

you are obviously a fuck hole.

wow, I love this poem. my heart is a pasted paper scrap on my glossy chest --is a great line litter the streets of an abandoned bedroom city. --is the best line -10-

wow. this is amazing!

I love the first line.