Huh? *mutilated*? how have I mutilated your work? I don't remember voting for it, but its possible I did, and whatever rank I gave it was my opinion, I don't rank poems badly just because I wish to -mutilate- them. Plus I am pretty slack when it comes to voting. I'm no where near as tough a voter as most others in ranker ville here, so unless your poem struck me as badly written, or written in a way i find tasteless or without any brilliance, etc, it probly didn't get a harsh rating from me.

Looking at your stigma poem, its is not something that would cause me to rip it to pieces via vote.. but whatever, its your choice on whether or not you should vote, but if its because your poem didnt get a good rating, then thats fucking idiotic..

george bush ... when i think politics i wish to die, my last wish to be the death of government. The bible bored me.. incest and hallucenated gods and angels become old news quick. but thanks for the comment and vote nevertheless.

Oh. well.. hrmm. Oki doki, out it goes. ;)

... yes, i know you wouldnt want to admit that this is far beyond your ability to write, it doesnt mean you should be childish and try to keep my work from receiving the score it deserves, which is far from 0.

well judging by the comments and such, people just do happen to read my poems, including you. ;) And no, I'm not going anywhere, or deleting my work. The unlimited potential you have is spent writing arrogant and uninspired shit, so I can't say I'm impressed. ;) Your vast intelligence is lacking sophistication or any brilliant sparks of genius, so its indeed ... worthless.

oh, nice scoreboard, I have my own:

SupremeDreamer:100
RGallet: -100 hey, negative scale ;D

And please grab your toes and prepare for the 747 cock jet flying directly into your virgin arse. ;) oh, yeah, NICE WANKER MARK. hahahaha. ;) seems like your liked alot INDEED!

you added fuel by disgracing my fine work called Maman: Psychic Tophet with a 0.. priceless. you'll find that my anger does increase the power and strength of my bites...

as in jean claude van dam. Both my parents were belgian born europeans who both grew up in the waloon city of Liege. I was born a year after they took permanent residence in California.

No. I am not anything similiar to or descendent thereof. Cute prod and pathetic thoughts considering who i am.

Want my first name? Its: Lee, Middle: Jean
the last i wont reveal, i dont want to see you at my front door begging to suck my cock. Maybe your the aborted child that Tanya did rid herself off, aye? isnt that perhaps an interesting thought to ponder? think your witty, clever? watch me sever your testicles from your scrotum and put it into your mums wet and delicately soft mouth.. ;)

Well, fuck wit.. little do you know, you just broke that rule. Why do i say that?

Because, little did your tiny brain realize this:

My duplex is located in the Bay Area city called San Jose, in the state of CALIFORNIA... you good little brat, have been smacked with my cock.. like how the cream smears over your cheek
causing your legs to be weak? eh? MUAHAHA. run. fast.

:/ is there still the possibility of the next poem having a subject including a sexual dream of intercourse with a lizard??

heh. dont mind my ramblings, im just twisted and slightly crazed. damn the 8 twat bastards that zeroed your beautiful piece which did strike me as a favorite.. gave me flashes of memories which i enjoy greatly.. heres a 10 to cherry the cake of green lizard pastry. tasty...

mona, my sweet classical beauty... i know.. i joke myself a lesbian, gay posts homo fantasies and horus speaks of a homosexual sage with hallucenations of a gecko.. perhaps
bestiality will be next with a sexual intercourse dream including lizards.

Pointing actually in directions with the bottom being a blob of cum called Durt. ;) Yes, i like my rewrite of your stupid comment. heres a new title:

Erotic Crossroad in my Dream: So I Cream Into Me Panties

Thanks. can i ask your opinion? was my poetical attack a bad mistake, or a good decision, or a trip into mr shapeshifter drifter desert meeting mr poetic pervert pedophile covered in putrid bile that was puked by satan? eh...? any thoughts? because i now reside in a mental funhouse ride which promised to collide into the universe of the dead... and i am suffering extreme loathing and rage, littered with thoughts of stalking the location, the specific region of where the little twit lives so i force him to watch lightly sucking and biting his mums large tit.. pink and longer than a pencil eraser.

"go eminem"? give it up... "its not gonna go anywhere"

Notice "senseless rage" ... yes, that does imply SENSELESS YOU FUCKING ingrate

thanks. id like to be crushed with a witty saying from you oh horus, because the mindless third rate mutterings of a sick moron have bored me dead and come to the conclusion that the fuckwit is a coward.

Do me such a mercifull act...

User DurtKL replied to your Poemranker comment on "Let's Start Writing Poetry Again Instead of Disses" in which you said:

> good.

Their reply was:

but ur still a little bitch
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Ok, you want to play games? you want to drive me into the brilliant twisted games i learned very early in my life? whats pathetic is that your also a coward, since you deleted the poem right afterwards.

Im not sure if i should dissect you into pieces and make you into a cannibals barbeque delight or simply let you be and stamp you forever as a coward, a lonely one who has masturbated so much that your prick is now bent, balls empty, fully spent, to be without sperm for the rest of eternity. Your a little bee that can indeed fly with an irritating buzz that tortures my ears, and your tiny stinger, comparative in life your tiny dick, lingers now close to my button of senseless rage, which would drive me to engage the project of crushing your head with blood that will spread from your collapsed skull which will effectively sign you as null, void, and no longer existent in the universe.. ok? you little shit.