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ode to bad taco meat (Free verse) by gay A feaste laid out before me
(Aye Chihuahua!)
my innards quickened
with eager quiverings;
The bowle was whyte
as winges of angels!
Now, Zounds!
They growle three-folde.
Up the ladder:
loneliness
Down the ladder:
My Poor Heart
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Posted: August 22, 2002 1:03 PM PDT; Last modified: August 22, 2002 1:09 PM PDTWeighted score: 4.0138817 Overall Rank: 13368 Comments:
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deleted user @ 66.75.155.217
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22-Aug-02/1:10 PM
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Scatastic!
this is worse than the real Dark Angel's "poetry." it stinks worse than the toilet mentioned within.
are you SURE this isn't the real dark angel? (me thinks it lacks a certain special something...to be HIS)
hmm. same ips as balthazar, zzinnia66, malvolio... don't see any correlation with da's ips, though. ?
Someone on this site must think that imitative mockery is a difficult or interesting form of taunting. It is not. This work is devoid of any of the wond'rous splendour that infuses my heav'nly odes. I will thank you, Sir, to cease your mediocre attempts at parody afore ye make a worse fool our of yourself than ye already are.
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