frdup717
on some deleted poem
3 Aug 2004, 12:00 PM
ok
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lovely
-9-
Bombastic...11!
i knew i wasnt the only one!
my sentiments exactly
An insult if I may...
A stew of festering diarrhea and the blood of an Irish whore. *4*
If this is poetry...well... then I am unbelievable in the sack...and we all know where...heh, touchè. *7*
Hey guys, this poem totally L15 W4s W5. Right guys?! Right?! Haha! I mean, if it was any more L28 W2, I'd feel like a L12 W6. Ha! Haha!
Hey sk8rs! Don't worry about that, it's just a little inside joke, you know?
But seriously, this would suck as a song *5*
Hey guys, this poem totally L15 W4s W5. Right guys?! Right?! Haha! I mean, if it was any more L28 W2, I'd feel like a L12 W6. Ha! Haha!
Hey sk8rs! Don't worry about that, it's just a little inside joke, you know?
But seriously, this would suck as a song *5*
Solid, like a wiffleball at the brown eye of dependency.
i love slipknot and korn
i hate emo, rap, and pop
(chewing on rocks)
i like your poem alot!
["KORNY" aint it! lol]
i like it so much
although i dont know why
but without scoob and shaggy
i think i would die
Good god, you still blowing the water pipe over there with carrie? Does not the buckets of blood slighly staunch the buzz?
The votes and comments here tell us something, don't they?
Furney, have you seen Some monster? good god watching metallica turn into Stryper was Fucking miserable, I've never seen such fucking pussies, good god it was mortifying, I was openly laughing in the theater. In my opinion when metallica turns into White Lion, the end is near friends, the end is near.
"Spoofing of other users is not permitted."
This is not a spoof. A spoof would be written in the style of ___________(insert poet). This poem is not written in the style of Dovina. It is written in the style of >not Dovina<. Therefore it is just a freaky, jerky elementary school rhyme. It should take its place next to "fat, fat the water rat," "I see Paris. I see France. I see someone's underpants" and so many others in that genre. -5- for showing up and posting.
Great title, rough-sketch poetics. The 12th & 13th lines are tops without the 'Still'up front.
"C.... to s...., c... for s...".
Though the title csught my eye, it does not jive with the poem. Where's the recovery? Looks like death to me.
Once again, the last stanza kills this. Forget 'mental', just 'light years' suffices. Have you tried it without all the was', perhaps it works better in just the first stanza?