Edible Underpants3 Sep 2003

I hereby formally withdraw my previous opinions as expressed in the following poems which I posted some time ago. The allegations made in these poems may once have appeared to be true, but now I believe them to be false.

-=Dark_Angel_Has_Gone_Missing=- (Free verse) by Edible Underpants

The "poete" hasn't logged in
Since the twenty-fourth of June
Because he's far too busy smacking
His bruised bell-end with a spoon.


-=Words_From_Dark_Angel=- (Free verse) by Edible Underpants

I am the "poete" whom all men fear.
They panic and run far whene'er I come near.
I'm known to be lewd and I'm prone to take liberties
And tell folk about my odd sexual proclivities.

When I was a youngster I developed a taste
For rubbing warm faeces all o'er my face.
I like phallic objects so much I collect 'em
I lube them and ram them far deep in my rectum.