In England a 'jumper' is defined as "A sweater or pullover".

I never said that you suck. simply that your crappy poem sucked. It is still bad whether or not you slay me with your many words. I do empathize with you. I understand your lonely bitterness; your attempt at being bigger than yourself through a false sense of intellectual superiority. It's funny, but your responses are the ones that have the tinge of self-possessed mania. Your assumption that I'm a child, and your three hundred word response to a child makes me think you are a pederast. Play on, puppy.

A jumper is a dress, designed to "jump" over a blouse.

I think the grammar issue goes back to our disagreement on punctuation. I omit commas at the ends of lines, thinking a pause is inferred there, where you say they are needed. See how these sentences look grammically when the inferred commas are added. "Grant now my petitions, for which I make claim." "I bring humbly before You all those lofty ideals I’ve kept, with passion for religion, as tools for advancement." "As Your Word admonishes, I now beseech, ..." Granted, the grammar is a bit awkward for prose, but for poetry, I think it's acceptable.

Yes, it can be taken that way, and to some degree I intend it so in order to jar people. The fact that they dispute having an unchangable and ugly core is a step in the right direction.

My first "sentence" has no verb. It's just a series of descriptive phrases, designed to set a scene. The others are, as you say, a bunch of phrases with a verb, maybe boring, but defendabled as prose.

A jumper is the english word for sweater (we sweat less perhaps due to our climate or lower levels of obesity)

I mean, "I've been DRINKING Arak today". Tee-hee. Incidentally, the liquor Arak and the country Iraq are derivations of the same root: sweat. In Arabic they're spelled almost identically.

That's fine, but I think most people reading this poem are looking at "core" as something essential and unchangeable in a person, and that's why they're bothered.

My first thought is that your sentences are basically all simple past formulations with a bunch of adjective or noun phrases added, something like the sentence "The snake, sensuous and sinuous, slipping its tongue on stones, slid silently seesawing its spine in the sage to scout out supper" is really just "The snake slid." But I don't think that's the case, really. For one, the first sentence in this poem doesn't even meet that description. Actually, it's not even a sentence. I would take a look at verb tenses, though, for starters. I'm pretty sure I haven't seen anything other than simple-past and present-participle. Sorry I can't be more help. I've been Arak today, which in addition to be a tasty licorice-flavored liquor is also the Arabic word for "sweat."

I apologise that I mispelt a word- us humans slip up on the odd occasion...thank you your grace for allowing me to see the error of my ways. I do not however agree on what you say concerning my use of the word. Egotistical describes someone who has a high concern for his own needs or an excessively high view of himself. A megl(A)maniac is someone who is similar but the definition also entails the attempted lowering down of other people in pursuit of gain (be it material or other). Like the difference between standing upon a rock to see over a wall and using two peoples heads to hoik yourself up with. Do you see the difference now or is it all too much for you to comprehend that there may be a subtle but crucial difference between two words? As for your definition I don't know which internet site you got it from but as fas as I know it is not a psychopathological condition which would mean that the person does not comprehend any form of morality of sense of empathy, it could not possibly be for the conditions would be mutually exclusive. In order to crave power you must be able to equate with other human beings in order to wish to be up a level from them. It is actually a psychological condition. Maybe you are guilty of a mistake of your own...who knows? Thank you for sparing me from your ultimate insult for so long, that last arrow in your quiver that was sure to ruin me. I SUCK... Oh shit...please let the grand sea rise and swallow me up for I have no worth left here. Grow a brain young american child (an assumption based on you turn of phrase).