this just sucks ass.

so let me get this straight you have utter contempt for jews, blacks, and rape women with your friends...rip of other peoples writing (because you can't write) killed your grandparents....and you live in new mexico? you are friends with jesus? which jesus are we talking about here, because mexican drug dealing gang bangers do not constitute the son of god....you are either completely contemptuous of not only yourself, but the entire human race, or socially retarded...what? shoes to tight..mom a whore?..get over it..you reek of puss and self loathing, and because of this your written words have no meaningful points within their polluted presense. you are beyond the mark of failure! you are incomplete and absent. p.s you deserve a shaq attack in your arse.why couldn't you have been on the platform that fell in the shark tank? Because trailer trash has not enough money to travel..and not enough memory to count. in all definitions of the that word..good day, sir 

Hey! Horus! Blow me! I kicked the old lady out, and momma says I gotta find a new one soon because the trailer needs a good cleaning. Can you cook? Send me your resume. ASAP.

leaving the sentiment expressed aside.. this stinks. i've read several of your works and comments. given the way you have represented yourself in this particular forum,i hope you are considering therapy and unplugging your computer for an extended period of time. you can dish it out, but you can't take it.

thank you for so quickly and effectively proving my point with your own words :)

checkmate I believe!

really sounds to me like you can't take it nigger, nigger, nigger, spook,dike wop,whore,chink,slope,jungle bunny,grow up you fucking short sided little girl, this piece is about the outrageous amount of money athletes make not only throwing balls to eachother, but also endorsing shit food with no nutritional values, why is it that docters or fireman don't get nike commercial or burgerking commercials..i'll telll you why cuz people like you are too evergreen to notice major gaps in our society as that..we'll pay some fucking athlete what 20 million to throw an orange ball through a hoop, and say "ummm that wopper sure was good, but a cop 30,000, or a cardioligist 100,000 grand for saving a thousand lives in a year oh but you didn't make that connection did you everspleen, cuz your to busy worrying about my mental health..what a joke..you are truly "ever green" green as they get behind the ears your cunt, your ass your entire existence..enjoy your whopperr

You ever get the feeling that your playing chess with yourself D.A cuz your just so incredibly trained and intimidating that the competition cowers dirty kneed in your enormous pear assed shadow to whisper unearned praises into the ears of earless minions....yes here at poemranker there's a chain of command complete with stubby pencils and a locked chit box. No, of course you don't what would be the point in that. you who bravely bucks all trends and styles. The crusader of cutting edge state of the art thinking. The octapus of jesu'. After all it's not 'cool' unless it gets a check mark at your desk first. aye. You know, i have to say that i have never had more fun spreading the "good word", as i am here and now. Interacting with 'real artists who aren't afraid to quit there jobs and put it all on the line for the art of spoken word distribution. I have so much respect for writers and artists that spend their time between working for the man, and creating great works of genius, only to never do a thing withit, because we all know that it's so much more interesting to live ones life never taking any long term creative chances, such as moving to new york, or l.a, or paris and interacting with artists who actually make a 'living' doing what it is they love doing living inbetween their drive to change the way people think, and the fact that most people never have the guts to leave the stability of their parents house in say maybe bfe missouri to take a fucking chance at making a difference where it counts, with the people who control what other people become interested in. People don't go to see triple x, because it's a movie that will 'change their lives'. they go and see it because its the in thing, hip and full of rewarding visuals. why fucking even paint with canvassd anymore when there's photoshop, why move to paris to write along the same paths that rimbaud traversed when there's poemranker. Why read a fucking book or any of the classics when there's books on tape and video games to play. why watch a black and white movie with no sound. When there's million pixeled digitally enhanced thx surround sound themeless movie screens on every corner. Why sketch your lover when you could just take her picture. Why meet a friend for a walk when there's e-mail.. why go outside when there's everything you ever dreamed of inside, why even move a muscle when you can just hook up the ab shocker 10000 at twitch your muscles into shape. why socialize when you can internalize and get less friction and feedback, yes my friends we are most assuredly living the ultimate capitalistic dream of our forefathers. if you are listening generation 'Y'= why bother! stay in missoura, we're filled to capacity anyway with 'red herring' and lemmings join a militia in montana instead at least you can still fucking smoke in restaurants there. p.s evergreen, if your considering quitting your day job to take a chance in other creative circles. don't cuz within a months time you would be nevergreen again but i would also be forced to respect your attempt and desire to live the 'word' and not pretend that you serve the 'words' more genuinely and originally from the middle of your couch left handing a bag of fucking stale fritos. don't be afraid sweetheart every forest has to burn to the ground eventually in order to re-nourish the land in the hopes of a greener future.

Bachus8, form the looks of it you are having a bad day or possibly something upon the lines of an epiphany.

larry rivers...my friend is dead and i was psychicly attacked last night, make a point you spic, or don't talk to me about pointless shit..if you wanna finally talk art, music,or movies and literature let me know..if you wanna play games, pull out scrabble and make a poem ' de atitude'. or what what's your fucking point p&k? do you have a kid? would you like to be catagorized by some uncommunicative light weight who claims to walk the earth...larry fucking rivers walked the earth with kerouac, and ginsberg, he was a wonderful poet, artist-proto-pop modern art sly devil fox. who tongue and cheeked the world wiyh his magnificent observations. heres a quote just for you, you gifted well read slam poety from kansas...."cubism didn't find me, iblew a joint with some friends in a gutter, and thought picasso...yeah.i can do that.why not i'm just a kid from the bronx, who hung out with beat' jews who were from harlem before harlem was black...he played the sax, in the 13th st. band, and one time, one time jackson pollock even tried to run over one of his sculptors at a mutual friends housee

I read his book, "What Did I Do?" last summer. Quite a fascinating sort. Another of the famous beats, although older, turned me onto him over breakfast at Nichol's one morning. I wont mention names out of respect for the dead. But HE lived in Kansas on a farm with about a billion cats. Anyway, I used to have breakfast with him from time to time. He was a man who liked his eggs over easy and his coffee full of cram and sugar and a dab of salt. I also one lived next door to the apartment where Nick Cassidy and Allen Ginsberg shacked up with Cassidy's wife for a summer. You could almost here the ghosts of the typewriter pounding away at night. So yes, all we spics have something to tell. I did not know of Larry Rivers passing. I quit reading obits in the NY Times when I turned 30. Have a good day, dear sir.

Neal, yes, Neal Cassady! East High School Graduate. Swept floors at May D&F. Drank at My Brother's Bar, hung with the homeless in Civic Center Park. Yes, Neal. Where the fuck did I get Nick so early in the morn.

perhaps from a pre leaving kansas meditation? i love when mr. rivers starts going off about his mother in law in that biography, and also how it was unauthorized yet he co-wrote it...hilarious...have you watched little nicky lately, cuz that could have left some pitchy residue..'dead city radio' on cd, by burroughs is a fucking epic(check it out) it's slammerific, and on the road, cd version is also anti brad pittian, and antideluvian.......ah my bageled lox are here..time to twist and bend my alexandered wrist..i

I thought the Home of the Whopper line penile reference

This wetback spic thinks your writing loves her. Esos monos negros son unos pinchi putos! Ole!

i demand you lemmings vote 0's when voting on this piece please, lest i run my gay blade thee lengths of your spoiled ethnic chasms! DAMNIT man, i am on a mission here to get to to the top five on the worst list fuckers, and you bastards giving me tens for this 'clearly racist smut' simply is not helping....oh..if you guys need prompting...here goes...i think all of your writings are childrens crayola-d wall scribbles, and black children with speech impediments at that, and of course all of the children have aids and ass warts...not to mention sickle cell anema....there...better, good...when thinking bachus think 0's...thank you for your support, aND MAY YOU ALL CONTRACT JAUNDICE AND MONO! bastards..undeserving prats..the nerve i swear..huh..some people..geez.o

I guess everyone would have been less irritated if you didn't use the 'n' word, and maybe your so-called message would have been received.

This is not nice

it could have been way better

ha ha,home of the whopper.Didn't think i'd see you down here.Cold isn't it.HA HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

good but lacks potential....i shouldn;t be talking but i know how it feels to be put down because of writing but then again who the hell are people to be judging your 'art' as i would call it. all the poems i write i call them my art...why you ask well..because i have no other thing to do and i write my feeling as i feel them. They may not make sense to some people but to others they understand what i was thinking at the moment of creating the poem and they can relate to me..and those who cant relate to me they give me bad ratings..so think of it thise way i can connect with you on this one but dont think im going to let you get away with a 10 next time!