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Thee of most shiny belt buckles (Limerick) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
When the lord of the maynor Attempts a full Gainor? It is at full speed a total Lou Reed I guess that's just a no brainor? And so what if I shine a few buckles? and sell out my own pants to suckle? I am high on protein from the brass and its sheen I straddle old men with a chuckle. They buy me such shiny toys Because they love us smart little boys With chiseled biceps & interior designing concepts From Orthodox Jews to blue Wasps & Spaded LeRoys. But what of when my buckle loses its shine? and I'm forced into the peasant's soup line Will they too buy me bum Till its insides turn chum Only to leave me a gay lonely twisted wizard?

Up the ladder: Online
Down the ladder: Goin' For Broke

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Arithmetic Mean: 6.6875
Weighted score: 6.4863453
Overall Rank: 703
Posted: October 30, 2003 4:17 PM PST; Last modified: October 30, 2003 4:17 PM PST
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Comments:
[8] baphomet @ 24.126.116.54 | 30-Oct-03/4:35 PM | Reply
gizard on a skilet,
yummmmmmm.
[1] poetandknowit @ 65.101.210.212 | 30-Oct-03/7:01 PM | Reply
Hard hittin' street poetry if there ever was hard hittin' street poetry.
[n/a] Shardik @ 24.126.116.54 > poetandknowit | 30-Oct-03/7:05 PM | Reply
My buckle reflects only the truth.
[1] poetandknowit @ 65.101.210.212 > Shardik | 30-Oct-03/7:23 PM | Reply
Well then, we need more buckleheads like you. Peace out, dawg!!!
[5] kingit @ 67.69.60.162 | 30-Oct-03/9:20 PM | Reply
sophisto-queer-isma!
[n/a] A. Nomaly @ 206.217.9.243 | 30-Oct-03/10:05 PM | Reply
gay lonely twisted wizard/ figured it out eh?
its been a strange day J, many times I've had deep dreams of you and last nite was sure one more, we rode around throu green fleshy hills with endless tree smothered forests looking for scores among SUVs parked in dirt covered pull-offs each advertising their name and phone number (Mike 846-5673, Joseph 942-5478, Frank 543-6115), I have no idea, you still sub-made my conscience, and it is no surprise, ye of like mind,
closed eyed with sheen, ragged for sure wind blown, keep passing with go each time careful, palm out stretched flat 'n fat, here once does, careful skip and yes, yes 'n dead eyed, how's idaho
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.116.54 > A. Nomaly | 31-Oct-03/12:55 PM | Reply
I hadn't really, now of course I do.
[n/a] horus8 @ 24.126.116.54 > A. Nomaly | 31-Oct-03/12:56 PM | Reply
Idaho's perfect thanks for asking.
[6] Shuushin @ 207.5.211.177 | 31-Oct-03/3:43 PM | Reply
jest wait a cotton-pickin minute mister -

what the hell does wizard rhyme with?? Huh? Splain that.

the third one is very nice (just darling).
[9] richa @ 81.178.246.95 | 1-Nov-03/8:33 AM | Reply
Love the way you lose all the discipline at the end and just blurt out what a twisted wizard he is.

Fine depiction of repression
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