some deleted user
on some deleted poem
13 Nov 2004, 4:58 PM
The first 12 lines are just great
some deleted user
on some deleted poem
13 Nov 2004, 4:59 PM
cute
nice
A fat gack of mulched cod.
Just when I thought shit had been explored in all its carefully packed splendor, I step in this.
A well placed, hovering, fart.
See, this is a perfect example of why you should be paying attention to that giant black cock up your ass instead.
Thereâs something in this poem for everyone. If Iâve left someone out, it was not from sluggardry, but ignorance. Christians are offended for obvious reasons; atheists for suggestion of a King; story lovers because it tells, never shows; poets because it omits the cherished poetic devices; humanists for stoicism; logicians for unsubstantiated claims, drunkards for seriousness; teetotalers for simplicity. Have I left anyone out? Oh, yes, me because itâs the way I see it. Appologies.
Faggery of the highest possible level.
Like it was yesterday.
good poem, here's some advice... stay up all night and stare at the eastern sky, then you'll for sure see the sunrise.
Okay, in a fist fight, who would win:
Your vulva condensed poetry,
or a pair of Anne rice's underwear?
The quarel might go back to the Battle of Kinsale, stale as Irish memories are sometimes, and a fine depiction of the problem, a kind of rebuttle to the idea that good fences make good neighbors.
What good is the last line, except to rhyme?
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