a cripples nipple so simple, supple, purple, with just an early tinge of a reddish pimple..see both cheeks bear that supple dimple. then...no smile, only the madness of dying grapes blood. feet pumping! thumping! feeling. purple>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>throbbing member antics burst a bad veins purpuse.purple

sounds good B.maybe you should put that in as one of your poems.

this poem damages my thaughts.

I like your thinking - you may be young, you may also be wierd, but I'll follow your work. 8. Also nothing rhymes with "orange", which pisses me off.

There is no poetry here. I searched for hours with a magnifying glass and tweezers. No poetry.

Turtle. That's the closest I can get. But really, who cares?

Ah the Purple Turtle, a most hallowed place, and an old favorite, why did they knock it down? why did they move it? Why banish it up town. A most mystical of places, no more. Howl howl howl, you are determined to bring darkness into my world. Oh well whats for supper.

you must be a telewacker of the after dark club.

Belive me I'm not trying to bring the blackness to your life Doylum. But I can't help it if the overarching darkness of life is so bleakly apparent today. Perhaps it is the end.

No never for i now have wings

There is poetry here. Of course there is. But it's not very good.

Furple is the name of a purple paint: Furple purple-!