Good last lines.

wow..^_^ i give it a 9

Cool down there Gollum.

You spoil your husband's dinner?

INSIPID You spelled serkert incorrectly.

i like it i give ita 8 :)

I like glasses. I spill less than when drinking straight from the still.

I hate Haiku poems. This one is better than most.It sucks and swallows.

Beautiful poem. A few spelling mistakes but good work. -Megan-

I like it myself :) I gave it a 9 ^_^

Its better than an -8- but I believe the last three lines have a rewrite in their future(Only if you're looking for a -10-). Don't let Z bother you. When he's serious, he's good. When he's f-ing with your head, he's great.

Woah, I guess that makes you a pretty heartless pathetic cunt huh? Kind of like a toilet huh, except you have the arms to flush while us bad boys are turd dunked aye.

Better on the second read. I think a line break before the dialog would make it a -10- for me. Last week he saw the his old Uni Football team on the local news, Desmond’s rushing record had been broken, “I was better than that guy,” said Desmond. “Yeah you were,” said the bartender. or "I was better than that guy," said Desmond. The bartender turned away and said, "Yeah, you Were." or What am I doing here, playing Clue? Dan killed the poem on the website with his keyboard.

Love the last line and the overall spirit of the rest. Give up the cigarettes.

Brugge , Belgium, I suppose. Thick as a slab of what? The rest brings memories.

i liked the rimeing (spelling), it was good -8-

Aren't you taking this a little bit too harsh? Or am I being narcissistic?

^__^ Very good job! It really touched me, and I understood it very well...wow its a mircale...lol...GJ :) I give it a 10

It was a grey morning, but all I could see anywhere was green. Some sap called Rogers was paying me twice my actual rate to track down his ex-wife, name of Blimpo Toots. Rogers said she'd accidentally grown a beard one morning, checked the mailbox at the wrong time, and then just vanished into the seedy world of backstreet tuba shows. Not as uncommon as you might think, especially not for a girl like Toots, who according to Rogers could blow a Negro through a thirty-foot chimney and still have enough breath to ask for seconds. I took her photo out of the file and scraped off some of the crust. Yeah, she was a nice-looking broad, but nothing special. I tried to imagine her with a thick black beard bulging out of her cheeks. Well, ho-ly shit. If the Puff-up in my chaps meant anything, Toots'd be halfway to Humpsville by now, riding the cackrails on a rickety asswagon named 'Uncle Sam' with no brakes and a four liter negro injection.

dear unpc friends of the rainbow that is earth, The internet is a wonderful tool, how happy you must be to not be tied to the constraints of society. The thing I fine most fascinating about people who hate PC is that they feel like somehow the dreaded “PC” has some how shackled them and held them back in their lives because they weren’t able to use anti-Semitic, racist, sexist, and homophobic slurs daily without people thinking they were jerks, so they had to completely bottle that frustration deep inside. I completely feel for those individuals that were trapped during the height of PC, because I know that the reason you live on the couch in your mother's den. It is because from 1990 (the beginning of PC) until 2000, you weren't allowed to use a racial slur and that's why you have to live in a neighborhood where people own ten thousand dollar cars. My heart goes out to you, I know those ten years were tough, maybe you should contact a lawyer and maybe you can file some of "couldn't be self realized, because I could use an offensive term when that offending ethnic group/gender/religion stole my job/spot in the college I really, really, wanted to go to/my girlfriend, I couldn't even use anti-Semitisms to complain about my lack of balance in my bank account, woe is me." Maybe you can file that around the time you file a suit against McDonalds for your Atkins diet making you 300 pounds and giving you heart disease… two licks and a coughed up hair ball to you, meow, cat