In that context, it's not a dash. It's a hyphen.

"distant whelm" very nice.

quite nice bits here read again. hope don't seem ignore those when much smothered three letter crap words.

version without them your viewing, tell don't like.

A balancing presence of semi-literate non-homos.

All of these accusations and more have already been leveled at Jeremi dozens of times, to no great effect. His usual response, 'I'm the Supergay Ultrachrist', never fails to baffle us right off our divans.

Of course not.

But I do find the thought of forcibly removing myself from poemranker (in 10 days!) tremendously arousing. Just check out this 'off-the-cuff' rhyme:

I'm going to a town
Where everything's brown
And they cut off your hands if you're gay,

But the thought that I might
Get away from this site
Has caused me to uncontrollably spray
All over my 'greenscreen' display.

PS-You might try writing 'wholly' instead of 'wholely', as the first has the advantage of being correct, while yours does not.

You are, however, right that this poem is the highest order of nonsense.

This one ex-girlfriend of mine - who, as far as I know, has still never left the state of North Carolina - had no proper conception of tasteful clothes-wearing. She had instead one or two absurd notions which she called 'fashion' (such as not combining a shirt and pants which weren't exactly the same color) which she clung to with a kind of zealot's blockheaded fervor.

I think it's fair to say that you are the Melissa of poetry.

There once was a gay porcupine
With no lovers (because of his spines)
Till he got with Dean Cain,
Who said 'Sure, there's pain,
But compared with buggery, it's fine.'

Jesus. That's the dimmest observation ever.

Forget it.

LOL

re "it's a riddle I feel compeled to pursue til I die"

Let me save you some time. The riddle is some variation on, "Does this life-long wearying trudge through neck-high guff-drifts mean anything more than the senile after-supper ramblings of a forgotten elderly as he is dressed for bed?"

But you already knew that, because you're not pursuing the riddle; you're pursuing the ANSWER to the riddle, get it???!?

If I'm wrong and you ARE pursuing the riddle, then you are the most hopeless person alive, and should devote your time to riddles that will have a more immediate impact on your existence, such as "How can I remember to put my pants on OUTSIDE my underpants?" (Hint: a mnemonic!) or "Now, where did I leave my children?" (Frozen Foods!)

I suppose I ought to be thankful none of them can hold a coherent thought for the length of time it would take to type it. I could have been in SERIOUS TROUBLE!!!!!1!!

Just imagine if they'd all gotten the idea to swarm after me!!

PS-I propose that your idea of interpretation is not a correct one.

You mean... he might have meant what he said - or he might simply have been acting silly?? What an astonishing observation!!!!!1!