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replying on Without my Glasses by Niphredil
3 Oct 2005, 7:44 PM
Just for possible future use (you never know) and I hope you don't take offense but how does a heart of America boy keep himself from having his head sawed off by psychotic Islamic fundaMENTALists with rusty hunting knives in the heart of beelzebub's shit heap.
I could be wrong about the beelzebub's shit heap part. If I am I appologize. I might have been thinking of West Virginia at the time.
Everyone has a home. You've just got to find it.
Heh, it's not even a poem, it's more of a joke; a friend of mine found my page through a web search and informed me (indirectly) that I don't rhyme enough. So I emailed him back with this and figured it would be amusing to put it on the site. C'est tout...
There's a song on the new Death Cab For Cutie album that this kind of reminds me of I think because of the simplicity and the signs...it's called "I will Follow You Into the Dark". This, I'm sorry tom say is not as good as that, but not a bad effort.
This just doesn't have the...i don't know...vagueness I've come to expect from you. It didn't make me think. There's some good lines here but I think it could benefit from you MAKING it a poem.
Rhyming is overrated. This is a good poem about that, but it's just not that interesting...sorry.
Try adding some punctuation to make it a little easier to read. Also, proofread. "Sentenced me to", not too.
Try saying it without the restriction of rhyme. As another recent poem states...rhyme is wholly overrated.
I really like this one Dovina...
excellent Jon
Too many cliches for me, I'm afraid... sorry.
does clicking on the little hyperlink thingy and reading the title count? ;-)
If only I knew what 'being a wanna-be introvert' has to do with anything...
All those Islamic events are such male-posturing insensitive guff. If they had any female soul, (and they do, but squelsh it in street fighting) there would be some sense of love and consideration in their celebrating.
Really? You should. Starve yourself all day, then sit down with the neighbors to a big platter of goat smothered in goat yoghurt at sunset. Round noonish everything has to stop because everyone's low-blood-sugared and fighting in the streets. It's a beautiful time. A family time. Do you know the US Army actually slows or entirely stops its attacks and bombings at Ramadan, out of respect for the fasting-crazed, weakened and moody populace? I find that simply wonderful.
What a bind you've got me in! How do I prove I actually do live in the mideast without coming off like a hopeless wanna-be introvert? Oh, no, wait. I don't give a fuck. "Put on his glasses! He was gonna be an acrobat" is the best thing posted on this site in weeks. Its astonishing interworking parts ought to be dissected and studied.
He always tells us that. Just grin and go on.