Dental Panic
on some deleted poem
8 Mar 2007, 5:52 PM
To boldly go where no oneâs gone before, said the man, sticking his head inside the camelâs ass. Bad case of history repeating.
Had a friend of mine read this. He served as a commando in Afghanistan and Iraq. It made him yawn. He doesnât give a shit about poetry.
When you're wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains,
And the women come out to cut up what remains,
Jest roll to your rifle and blow out your brains
An' go to your Gawd like a soldier.
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
Go, go, go like a soldier,
So-oldier _of_ the Queen!
-- Rudyard Kipling
stop capitalizing, way better! 9
I love "tiniest bugs", then it looks like long division, until "Nero", then a sudoku (sp?) puzzle, then the best line I've seen lately: "in poet, leaf, or dog__", yay and yay. 9
I like this !! Don't change a word... :) Bethy
Hello Bethy
Thankyou for being kind about my poetry.
Sadly thanks to the likes of steve robbins,edna sweetlove, mrc***t and a few others i am leaving the site, i expect comments on my poems not very personal attacks. I will be moving to another site and i will email you with that site not via this public use.
Very best wishes to you
Peter.
I agree hole(as in cunt)-heartedly. Youse a dynamic IP. I get shocks from thos statics.
PS- Try nihsuuhS and comment sdrawkcab.
Better than Shitshin
Don't be put off by that cunt Shuushin. He's just a cunt.
The first thing that comes to mind, besides liking this, is that the "faint signs of cracking" in your painted smile are something he might notice, but you might not. I'd put it third person, i.e.
As he turned and walked away,
the painted smile upon her face, . . .
You must know, surely, that any appreciator of Cohen (or, more likely, Buckley) will not be able to bring themself to accept this.
An emergency spaz that doubles as a handyman's tortoise auditorium.
An extremely Dutch blouse egg.
A leather egg which opens up to reveal an exploding nappy-enriched toilet helmet.
An unspeakably disappointing spoon coated in vicar discharge.
Are you and Edna Pete Burns.
You might want to make a left on Valentine's day and find some body to keep you warm.
You spotted me, I confess I am a cunt.
And the funniest thing of all is that these cunts have now had a hissifit and buggered off! Weeds. No bollocks.
Hai-verse? Free-ku?
Totally spot on.