smells like city, I bet.

down the leg, I bet. :}

EXCELLENT!

Jesus is dead. move on.

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"That" is not you. This is not like your writing, are you making fun of some pimple? What'd you do to get this poemwanker award? Will this orange label follow you forever now?

ahh yeas, a pooping poem.This one's a real stinker.

certainly not MY mom. She's already drunk today.

Most mouth breathers don't say much. They're too busy uncrossing their eyes or (the smarter ones)are thinking about chicken feet. but when they speak, YEEEHAAA! is it stupid!

too much blowing...

"Warms your skin and brights your eyes" is too forced. Guenevere/Guinevere?

nice story in this one

girls do that, so I've heard. never met any like that though.

Is this a sex poem? about getting a rash? poison ivy?

This was a little confusing and therefore distracting: Always the same tune depending on the day, Yet it never annoyed me. If you mentioned Dad's name or the new man's name you'd upset Mum? If you are talking about your dad, that doesn't really make sense to me, because you probably wouldn't refer to him by his name so much as say "Dad"... Besides those nitpicky things, I liked it.

I don't even want to think about this subject, Russian Roulette. Seems way more gross, somehow, than my train suicide poem.

Interesting piece. What's the Poemwanker award?

"An exhausted mind travels atop physical depravation, Where will sleepless corruption led" change to "deprivation", "lead" "travelers feet" change to traveler's feet There are some good parts here, but you can certainly do more with this subject.

I don't really get it either, but I like the reference to the drunkard working at the nuclear plant.

I like it.