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Lets Do Lunch (At Ground Zero) (Haiku) by scitz Child eats his âBig Macâ
Sitting on a mass grave,
Getting fat like Jews.
Up the ladder:
Daniela
Down the ladder:
Untitled #23
Votes: (green: user, blue: anonymous)
Arithmetic Mean: 3.5333333
Posted: September 11, 2003 7:28 AM PDT; Last modified: September 11, 2003 7:28 AM PDTWeighted score: 3.7081642 Overall Rank: 13546 Comments:
The rant rated a 2, but the senryu gets 7.
Wow! I'd never have guessed that someone was going to write a poem about 11th september today! That was completely unforseeable! Your unpredictability is to be truly praised! Who'd have thought that a poem about the desruction of the world trade centre would be posted on the exact aniversery of its occurrence? An amazing but original coincidence!
Hey Wankchops it is Sept 11th and yes I have written and posted a Haiku just as 1000s did shortly after the event happened. Your poetry is a tragedy every day of your life how do you live with yourself?
Just one day at a time.
I wrote one about 9/11 too does that make me a cad as well?
Wanted to write it about the loved one I lost, but the words just wouldn't come. I wouldn't allow myself to be greedy and see only with my eyes saying mememe. So I had to try to see from everyones eyes on the event. Not an easy thing to do and I likely pissed the whole poem down my leg.
Do you only feel like that at 365.24 day intervals?
Maybe I said what I said wrong. I'm always trying to see everyones point of view. But... (Isn't there always a but) when I sit down to write sometimes I am just writing for myself. Trying to write and get in touch with myself, take away my thoughts and habbits derived from other people and be only my natural self. When I sat to write a poem on 9/11 I wanted to have one of those times. Where I was only writing for myself no one else. I lost a loved one and I wanted the poem to be for me... and her since she would be able to see it from above no others. But it didn't turn out that way I started thinking, and seeing with everyone elses eyes and wrote for everyone else. Make sense more now?
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My brother Cad is pissed at me for posting this but that's his problem. Freedom of speech is the greatest gift those who died have left in their legacy and I'm sick and tired of seeing and hearing all the bullshit from 'kipper' politicians like George Bush.
I mourn the dead americans, british, afghans, and a day will come soon when Hollywood pay George Cloonet 5 million bucks to wipe out the long beards in atonement for sept 11th, its called profit and it sucks like a crack whore.
On this day yes, God Bless America and may God forgive all of us fat assed militant mouthed, silver spoon fed do fuck all's who sit whining as the World is fucked over by us.,
Man's progress is all of ours decline.
Any phrase that starts 'I'm not racist / misogynistic / anti-semitic BUT' is inevitably evidence of racism, misogyny or anti-semitism. The poem is incredibly offensive, and your justification scarcely less so.
I absolutely believe in freedom of speech, so you have the right to say what you like, but I have the right to disagree. You can write far better poems than this. Try harder.