Dirty Pops

by Tarquin De La Bog

Member since 2002 · Posted 16 Aug 2002 · 9 comments

Up To My Nose. Pops Yellow Spot Before Me. Pops Heaven. Dirty Pops.

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[0] anagram 16-Aug-02/9:14 PM Reply

More SHITE (or should that be PUSS).10 must have came from an alter ego. Now that is constructive critcism.

[8] The troubled sinner 17-Aug-02/1:24 PM Reply

Tarquin, I must say, your work reminds me of the late 60's poet Mr J Reeve - both VERY classy.

[n/a] dougsoderstrom 17-Aug-02/3:33 PM Reply

Dear Tarquin:

I appreciate your comment on my poem----"Work." Wasn't it someone "a few years ago" who indicated that we should learn how to love our enemies.

Your friend,
Doug

[9] Bachus 19-Aug-02/5:16 PM Reply

five years old dad standing underweared in front of you, with a piss drop soaking through. breakfast anyone?

[9] Bachus 19-Aug-02/7:31 PM Reply

heres an encore presentation you fucking toadie...

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Re: Why Me? by Tarquin De La Bog
Bachus
19-Aug-02, 07:30 PM
u know the more of these shit poems this bog fellow praises the stronger and stronger i get...keep going you lover and praiser of weak scripture..i'm having the time of my
life reading your constant one brain cell powered banter, are you a jewish cantor? were you in the car with princess di when they headlined the pillar? cuz wow your fucking
chiding pursed english sensibility is right up the alley of a merchant ivory film...the english patient part deux...another tiresome three hours with a burn victim in the
desert..is just what this site needed..not that your even from england..cuz i'd bet money you're just the semen soaked left hand of some midwestern poemranking ten year old
with a knack for creating false identities, and if by chance you are from the land of drizzle...then..even better, cuz with you breathing and stinking up the place...no wonder
you people always say "god save the queen" save her from having to listen, and or read any of your short, bland, see through, mind de-expanding rhetoric lacking
rhetoric...ode to the sea blah blee ree tee blah blah i'm deep blah blah..i'm from england land of literary geniuses..blah..blah the sea blee vlee....you americans..blah blah
should learn from me blah blah...we beat your pathetic asses then...stole your colony..and evolved at a hundred times the rate of your so called country(cuz i don't even think
this clown is even english) has in 1500 years..do the math..we are two hundred some odd years old, and ye are over a thousand yet..we americans have saved your asses
economicaly, militarily, and stylistically more times than i care to count...stay there.. enjoy your short termed reading materials..you deserve it..and your welfare too. you
fucking two versed parrot...ha! ----/10 ,

[9] Tascobar 20-Aug-02/4:35 AM Reply

A rather delectable haiku on what I presume to be a fairly tacky drug experience. I particularly like your use of repetition to hammer home your point with authority. 9/10.

[4] Robert K Foster 17-Sep-02/7:22 AM Reply

[n/a] devina 9-Oct-02/3:41 AM Reply

Oh my God, what are you to talk about good and bad poems? You don't know shit.

[0] lukehanney 10-Oct-02/2:06 AM Reply

What on earth is that. I've written better poems whilst constipated on the toilet. Heres a poem for you:

Oh how I would hate to snog
The infamous Tarquin Del Boy Bog

Good isn't it...and it rhymes