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a Waste of Space (Other) by thepinkbunnyofdoom This is a blank page
Empty
Or at least it was
Til some fuck thought he'd get creative and go and fuck it up
Now fucking look at it
Its wasted
The potential
The Possibilities
This could have be the best fucking piece of literature every written
Now Look at it
Its been raped
Ravaged by my pen
Every thing it had fucking going for it GONE
Stolen
Eaten by emotion
Lost are the great messages it could have had
Untold stories could have been told
Instead some twit scrawled a bunch of meaningless words
They hold no Value
Again they mean fucking nothing
So whats the point?
Why the fuck are you even reading this shit?
I'll tell you why
Cause despite the fact that I'm saying nothing
You can't help but look for something
Bugger
There were no pretenses made here
None of my arrogant pointless lies and endless driveling madness
This is pure and simply a waste
Look for something if you must
But all I got to say is fuck
This is nothing more than a rant without rhyme or form
Written to take up space
But you read it anyway...
Up the ladder:
"Life can sure be a motherfucker."
Down the ladder:
Los Angeles
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 7.090909
Posted: July 15, 2003 9:48 PM PDT; Last modified: June 30, 2004 12:44 AM PDTWeighted score: 6.0454545 Overall Rank: 1218 Comments:
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Jeremi B. Handrinos @ 24.126.113.154
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16-Jul-03/2:03 AM
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"There where no pretenses made here" were, Bugger'd. I wont even bother fixing your attempt at spelling 'rhyme'. I can only wonder if god had the same idea when he put you here.
Um.. cmon you damned lil pink rodent, you should be improving, not writing the mumbles of a sickened rabbit suffering poetic rejection... 3
lol??
Well thats what it should have been, but apparently not.
I made a word: pop-tarded.
It's my nice way of saying retarded. I really liked this poem. I liked it so much, I printed it out and used it in place of my toilet paper. -0-
I'm glad you saw enough artist value to my words to be inspired to paint with them. What could make an artist more proud than to inspire his or her peers. Oh and pop-tarded, if you'll check with the fine people at Kellog's, as been a word since 1968, invented by a young President Bush Sr.'s grandmother, when describing what not to do with an infant(apparently he wasn't paying much attention at the time), her false teeth fell out but the senile old bat rabbling on. Pop Tards Founder and CEO, Eric Dick, Marketed his generic brand, of another modern day toastable breakfast, until cicra 1974, when his wife Exposed him to the IRS for Tax Fraud and the Michigan based company went bankrupt.
Good Day!
You are a dumb mother fuck. My word was: pop-tarded. The word you speak of is: pop-tart.
Clearly 2 sepearte words. Mine being a concatenated word based on two words, yours being the fact that you are pop-tarded. good lick to you and your "work"
Yes, I read it anyway, and it's as good as most of what's come down lately.
Show me a better Meta Poem. Just one. Then, say its "as good as most of what's come down lately". Either your stating that have no basis what so ever by which you judge the writings of others, thus making everything eqaul and the same or, that everything "coming down lately" is as thought provoking or entralling, this is to say the least almost impossible to anyone other than a 6 year old, which would merely prove that once again, you have no basis by which to judge writing what so ever.
<3 Jason
You over-compliment me. I mean only that I get as much out of this as from most of the other poems I've read here lately.
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