"this person who feels alone , mind you he's a bum is watching the world pass him by" isn't a point. It's not even a real sentence. A point is something like "Now go live fully and carefreely" or "The man you've always thought was your uncle, isn't."

Shut the fuck up.

PS-I'm a butchier feminist than all of you together. You can try some 'look at the guys ganging up on my poem' shit till you're blue and puffing, but then I'll probably just pull out my engorged member and bludgeon you comatose with it.

If either of you have ever played baseball, sat in a dugout during a baseball game, watched a baseball game on TV, or by any other means other than fiction seen a baseball player adjust himself, then I am currently eating my best hat.

Is Herald the Count's name or a verb?

This is a pathology of vote-grubbing asskiss.

Do you know what part of a chick's anatomy the birth canal is? Do you know what grows there?

Yeast, and about nothing else.

I know what a banshee is. The confusion was "haunting in the omen of" one. Presumably, you mean in the banshee's song, which is an omen of death, rather than an omen predicting a banshee itself, which would be bizarre, redundant, and require a whole substructure of meta-banshees to appear before the banshees proper.

By "haunts", I imagine you mean simply "exists in a kind of scary way" which is how you used it in your comment above, so you can use "in" after (ie, "haunts in the wind") rather than the more common and understandable "haunts the wind" or "haunts the omens of banshees").

Anyway I essentially got to the person "you" haunting in the haunting song of a haunt before I got totally flummoxed. It could have been so much easier.

Did you think "In Country" was a very good book?

I know nothing about astrology, except that after thirtysomething years of life your Venus still seems to be stuck somewhere shamefully near to the house of Virgo.

If you delete my comments you are an engorged pussy.

PS-it's not astrological, fuckwad, it's television.

PPS-This comment is meant only for you. Delete it if you want, but you'll still have gotten to read about what an engorged pussy you are. Twice now.

PPPS-Of course you have the right to delete comments. Is that your idea of a fucking revelation? You also have the right to wear only a bandanna around your schlong, but if you do I'm going to use my right to laugh at you and you'll be really sad and wish it was your right to whemy yourself to death from the embarassment of it, which of course it isn't not even in California. Having lived abroad long enough to know several people who only have bandannas to wrap around their schlongs even in the thick of desert winter, I've come to realise one of the biggest problems with America is people saying "I've realised it's my right to do X" and then doing it no matter how poorly it reflects on their other, non-right-discerning powers of judgment.

And your an engorged pussy. As always,
[Captain] zodiac

Thud.

'"thud" implies a kind of finality' is my favorite thing on poemranker today.