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The spleenless poet (Free verse) by Bachus On an unspecific weekday
in a not that trusted month
a child was born half media
with a name and brown bagged lunch
His ears were warped and wobbly
and his mouth was full of teeth
On his belly was no button
As his hair was combed and greased
He spoke in pure heiroglyphics
With a wrist bend and pinache
They taught him that in art school
just watch this monster mash
He is a photoshop crusader
with a visor, lance, and plume
manufacturing girl scout cookies
upon his glittered loom
His friends were a dimed baker's dozen
and they swore to god he was greater
Since he could stretch a canvass with his bum
while remaining a shoe horned fornicator
Now you might be asking yourself
What sweet jesus could it all mean?
It really only boils down to this
There's no poetry, with no spleen.
Up the ladder:
Chalk
Down the ladder:
Februarys mother
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 6.125
Posted: December 30, 2002 3:40 PM PST; Last modified: July 26, 2003 8:33 PM PDTWeighted score: 5.302559 Overall Rank: 3666 Comments:
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-=SeTTle=- @ 67.30.181.129
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30-Dec-02/4:23 PM
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Well, you have certainly written an original poem though, after reading it twice, I am unsure as to your intent and meaning. It is an interesting poem and I will wait until I have time to read it again before giving it a rating.
Just playing around with settle. you know? letting him kmow that 'i care alot'.
This was about me???
you and darkangel combined into one ivy school closet case. asl?
Read my poems!
They're better than the crap you write! (That means all of you fuckwits)
you looking to start a pissing contest? lol. your right, you write better, guess what.. I DONT GIVE A SHIT. btw, enjoy the odor of my feces on your front porch, and the little black/brown roses dropped apon your flowers. call me moses, the shit king.
Look psycho I wrote this poem to settle 6 months ago, and just did an edit recently, please, don't get paranoid on me.
why am i a "sadist" and now a "psycho"? i mean yeah, my reply comes wayyy too late, but i was bored.. am i making you suffer btw? Because it makes me feel bad to be a sadist.. ;/
Oh, okay, well by all means, carry on.
HA ha - you are my funniest friend.HM - poems that god said are good make the firmament softer...
Ornella, unfortunately - you are an idiot. That is the last compliment I will give you. Feel free to send what you need to send back to me to feel better. I can take it. I probably wont read it. Actually, I will print a copy of it and hang it on my bathroom wall. You must realize the world your in. In my highschool, the whole drama dept was running about squidaling the sqidalies. Do you think we have grown older or younger since then. Your not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy. Why not run on down to Leto's hous; maybe he'll let you hold his cum if you pay him enough to look in the same direction. If not I have a few pennies and I will also wish you luck in NC community theatre...or the church choir if the audition doesn't work out... licks - and good luck in your race for the Salibury Conservative pie bake. Say hi to tipper Gore for me. By the way, Navarro's not gay, he's a bisexual that perfers guys. 281 view(s)
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