Fuck fate, manifest your own destiny and steal the devils luck.

It touched me. I think it is a beautiful poem.

You owe me two bucks for using my Rabbit hole. I'll take a discount on your book.

Alice, there are many who await you in earnest in the depths of this chaotic rabbit hole. You need not a partner, all is good and safe... if thou art a madman ofcourse.

Come on; honor me at least with a 4 for the fifth line

Clever!

I want to think this is about an old woman. I guess I can if I want. And for that a 9.

This is quite good and a situation I can relate to. It's nice to be with someone who is "afraid of me intellectually," but nicer to banter with someone as an equal or where I'm slightly inferior. Don't worry about rockmage. When he gives you a 5, he likes your work.

This looks like a response to someone who said, "Get a life." Maybe you should change the title to that.

You're doing a great job with Poemranker, but if you expect a crowd-joining high vote for this, think again.

You're kidding?

You're insane. They cannot all be your best friend. I think it's the mollusc (mollusk).

I'm not going to vote on poetry, ever - but I like this one. It's a bit hypographic and you should buy O'Hara.

Judging by the quality of the poem, I'd say the only defect is the title. Welcome. keep your head about you. Some carry Louisville Sluggers. Others, X-ray machines.

It has been awhile since last I read your work or even checked the ranker, and it looks like your style has evolved/changed quite a bit.

You are a child, a sad, foolish one who seeketh another to appease the ego, a harlot that causes thee to forget thy shadow-- it is but short lived, and savagely ended, from which you shall despair again in darkness, in the absence of the light that must be born within. You'll most likely think, "What the fuck ever."; but then again, it's all humor and black pearls of charity to me.

And if she/he does not take notice? Or if they do, but are solitary to a wicked and bitter degree, and silence you? What then. "Save me! Save me!" You know what most people say? They recite eminem: "I can't be your superman..."

Social Taboo- Fine by me. I'm not horrified. Cliched Plot- Forgivable since it's a well written piece, despite the crudely placed line-breaks. But that crap about Indian statues (erm, native american pseudo totem poles) in front of barbershops? You happen to be getting your American culture 101 from back issues of 'Yankee Life'? For your information, there is usually a twirly candycane poll in front of barbershops. This, I believe is a old trick: its candycane appearence makes little girls think it's a candy store, and so they happily follow mummy to a close enough distance to the door-- where then mummy can easily drag her in and demand the barber to slice off the childs' wild, waist-length curls. Afterwards, mummy takes a photo to capture the horrid memory of the lil girls first haircut... Precious, isn't it? ;)

I'm reminded of my mother. And of my father.. and again of the circumstances of their polar coupling. VileCandyMeLikesAndFears. Lick, nibble, withdraw, consume with passionate gluttony.

You forgot -spiff.