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Edible Underpants is a recipient of the poemWanker award: -=Dark_Angel=- -=In_Decline=- (Free verse) by wEdible UnderpantswLikes to create fake accounts pretending to be other users. I used to think that -=Dark_Angel=-
Was a comic genius.
But he hasn't written anything amusing
Since February 2003.
I suspect that he does nothing
But sit at home, watching porn
And beating his cock raw
With a cheese grater.
Up the ladder:
Recompense
Down the ladder:
hopefully im something
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.5
Posted: June 24, 2003 6:08 AM PDT; Last modified: June 25, 2003 4:53 AM PDTWeighted score: 5.2980075 Overall Rank: 3694 Comments:
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horus8 @ 24.126.113.154
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24-Jun-03/11:32 AM
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Cheese grater? Don't you mean a cotex.
OUCH!!!
Yeah, wow, this is a much better edit.
Dear PoemeRankers,
This will be my last post on the website: www.poemeranker.com I came to this site, over one year ago, because poetry, for me at least, is the most powerful instrument for dealing with issues known to man. I was eager to showcase some of my finer works, and to learn from the many virtues and mastakes of the terrible poetes on this site. But the vile torrent of abuse that ensued can only be described as "unbelievably appalling". Still, I soldiered on. I continued to tackle the issues of the day with as much maturity and charisma as I could muster, bravely turning a blind eye to the perpetual onslaught of filth that bombarded my work on a fortnightly basis. "IDIOT", "HOMO", "DUNCE", "BALLS" - just some of the expletives I have had to endure, and for what? To have three of my poemes in the bottom 15. Pushed to the brink by the blundering efforts of bugger-loads of top notch dullards, I faced physical and emotional ruin. In a last ditch effort to extricate this site from the tangled web of immaturity that now runs wide rife, I wrote to nentwined (c.f http://www.poemranker.com/suggestion-bro Whittled away to mere husk, I write to you now in my sixtieth year. The marauding criminals of www.poemeranker.com have had their fill, and my strength remains sapped like a massive nappy. My beloved Maturity Award has become the object of shame and ridicule at the hands of hooligans whose names don't bear mentioning here. There is little left to live for; this is the beginning of death. Let us pause and reflect a moment. A broken man stands alone in a field. The cool breeze billows pleasantly about his shining groin. He turns, naked, and walks into the distance. To follow would be folly; we can only stand and mourn the loss of the darkest of all poetes. "For I have sworn thee fair, and thought thee bright, who art as black as hell, as dark as night." We'll withdraw now, as he slowly disappears among the tall sheaves of rice.
Was the commute getting to you?
"A broken man stands alone in a field. The cool breeze billows pleasantly about his shining groin. He turns, naked, and walks into the distance. To follow would be folly; we can only stand and mourn the loss of the darkest of all poetes." This did bring my teeth to the front of my lips however.
You still are D.A., You still are.
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