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LeBlanc III is a recipient of the poemWanker award:
Plagiarist extraordinaire! Stealer of the words of Mercy Rain and Harold Pinter!
This poem has been flagged as plagiarised.

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Posted: March 10, 2003 6:27 PM PST; Last modified: March 21, 2003 11:47 AM PST
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[n/a] Sawa @ | 10-Mar-03/6:44 PM | Reply
This is the definition of a strong-worded poem.
[4] poetandknowit @ | 10-Mar-03/10:22 PM | Reply
Seas of blood is goofy. The incessant repetition is goofy. The reference to Bob Marley is goofy. Why are you leblank #3. That is goofy!
[6] horus8 @ | 11-Mar-03/1:07 PM | Reply
Your ability to name drop is profound, but your poetry aint.
[n/a] wLeBlancw @ > horus8 | 11-Mar-03/8:31 PM | Reply
Name drop? I beg your pardon. I am about to go and read some of your works. Let's wait and see how profound your poetry is.
[n/a] Bachus @ | 18-Mar-03/1:38 AM | Reply
Bachus rides up, looking ruddy and butoxicated, "hey youifgdsvbb,vbzjysiberlsc vn Jungian terms, the inherent workings of enantiodromia within our psyche continually lead us to accessing and integrating our
shadow. Jung writes:
Everyone carries a shadow, and the less it is embodied in the individual's conscious life, the blacker and denser it is. It forms an
unconscious snag, thwarting our most well-meant intentions. he says with astraight face. hiccup, your a motherfucker aye ah stupid bum marauder a kunt poking melon fiddler hiccup...i hit command v, and pastyed some sahit above here but fuckerjiguty bastard..ha ha. get him tanya! kick him in his spokes <bachus pulls out his kale gun, but it discharges in its holster blowing kale everywhere, the horse panics and dumps him in a water barrel. Bachus leaps out trying to maintain his dignity, but he's lost his hat and salad dressing. "okay, this here town aint bigt enough for the two of <just then an asian with huge tits and an opium pipe walks by, bachus follows eagerly exp-lainimng to her the cocept behind his high tech hooves and photosynthesized pwerised super volunteering non leering gadgetry... hiccup! i like asian chicki,vc. IU*GF.d
[n/a] Bachus @ | 18-Mar-03/1:51 AM | Reply
YEAH! bachus fire a shot of kale for enfascist in the air, but his entire gone explodifies TEARING THE CLOTHESKY FROM HIS NUDITY and giving him a wiley e. coyotr look, but he mumbles somrthing about having another one recharging at home under some high prewssure sodium halide bulbs. He then does a roundoff back hand spring into0 the saloon killing a small cheery eyed and bedraggled midget, poor bastard was just delivering drinks... now look at him... all welL ROUNDS ON ME! HEY YOU GUYS WANNA HEAR SOME INGENIUS WAYS OFF SQUASHIFYING THE GRAPIES? HICCUP. but his charred bodyt and nakedness draws him suspect to there stereo typing and rascist catagorizing, bachus picks his ass and orders8 bushmills for each of him and his nect lifesky! that's right motyherfuckers this kid does it like no other all day brother word to the billyclucker?
[n/a] deleted user @ | 18-Mar-03/1:55 AM | Reply
You couldn't come up with a better name? Shit, even TanHand is better than LeBlancIII. Jesus Christ, now that I think about are one sick bastard. Guess what? Me and Jeremi actually live in Bakersfield, California. And surely you must've known that most of the things I said are simply a figment of my imagination. Get it? Your obsession with both of us is truly frightening. Jeremi doesn't like men, so you have no chance with him and I don't like 19 yrs. old art school students who don't even know the location of the clitoris. Now, go shave your ass. Here's my Venus razor.
[n/a] wLeBlanc IIIw @ > deleted user | 20-Mar-03/9:11 PM | Reply
I am sick today.
My heart hurts deeply.
A feeling of helplessness has overcome-
my sense of hope and well being-
for my nation, my damaged city, my world.
My spirit grieves.
Watching the tv news last evening I saw the-
President throwing boyish fits again to start his war.
Bush pounded his chest like an enraged teenage gorilla-
ready to attack another tribe at the high school-
to prove his manhood- just for the fun of it.
The power of it.
The "high" of it.
Alone. The savage gorilla screamed, "War. War. War!"

"I am hungry!
I am really hungry.
I feel like killing.
I feel like stealing.
I feel like raping.
I feel like maiming.
I am starving.
I need to make war NOW!"

The gorilla shrieked at the peacemakers.
"I don't give a God damn what you think.
King Kong will have his war.
Get out of my way!
I don't give a God damn what anyone thinks.
I want to make war.
I will make war!"

My soul hurts deeply today.
Bush is using our beloved nation,
our army, our treasure, and our name to ruthlessly
build an empire the American people do not want.
To steal the oil prize of the world stage.
To extend his ill gotten power.
To reward his corrupt oilmen backers.
To take our entire planet down the possible-
road of no return to WW3 to avenge his father.
The CIA father who put his son in the presidency-
precisely for this purpose:
murder, theft, mayhem, death, war- oil.
Raw power.

I am sickened deeply-
when I realize that our spineless Congress-
gave the Bush-boy unlimited power to play solitaire-
with our lives, our destiny, our future.
Bush alone decides when Americans will die.
Starting shameless, needless, wars in our name.
America's tarnished name.
America's misused Constitution.
A Democracy in name only.

The boy tyrant was not even elected.
Everything has gone wrong since.

It hurts.
It is scary.
It is wrong.

The distrustful gorilla is lying to the people.
There is no need for war.

Bush is immoral.
Bush is unAmerican.
Bush is shameless.
Bush is wrong.

I know.

Speak up. Speak out. Protest. Vote!

Vote Progressive Democrats Into Every Office In This Great Land!

Let us, the peacemakers, gather together
and take back our America with nonviolent dissent. And you and your retarded friend who don't understand that I am Brandon from NV are worried about my hairy ass?

[n/a] Bachus @ | 18-Mar-03/2:02 AM | Reply
everytimesky i'm reading this comment i just ummchuckle and twist my nipple with an ever so slight twealke then i just stare and..what ah... what the fuck was i just talking about ? Oh yeah... i'm sorry Jimmy's fine he asked about you, but Pablo arte you washing your ass honey are you keeping your ass cleran pablo? Pablo? come to florida honey... Come to Florida Pablo, are you scrubbing your ass honey? Pablo?
[n/a] <~> @ | 21-Mar-03/11:47 AM | Reply
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