too long ...good too long... good ...too long I don't get it either

I semi-like it..... but you ripped my truths.... and your.... unknown truths............ an asshole

yes!!! yes!!!!!! yes!!!!!! I love this shit! :)

damn.

Hrmm.. the matrix research project? PK's AI would require a bottle of rum, three joints, the mobile meth stash, a copy of this piece, since its fucking funny- the conversation will definately require spicing of this sort. 10!

well shit, i think im getting to really like these haikus, nice work. 9

Ah, so, if this narrator happens to be you, (as with an earlier, seemingly related poem) I guess you broke down and fooled around in spite of your earlier (narrator's) belief that it could never happen. Sometimes, I think the potential for affairs to happen get fed by our frivolous attention to them in poetry- I mean, there's nothing like a poem to convince you that cheating is the right thing to do. Did you really think that after you wrote that other poem that you'd be able to resist? If you really don't want to go through with the cheating, I suggest that you tell your real partner, and have a laugh about the other person (the one who tempts you) and be done with it. Then if you start getting tempted to cheat, your partner will be aware of it and it will be harder to be sneaky. Not that you asked...

Frankly, i hate insects.. for no reason either, but i respect some, untill they get near me and drive me to conduct a murder of bugs. I should do some self therapy perhaps, and find out why they bother me.. maybe one crawled near my diaper as a kid, or whatever. ok, onto the subject at hand: This needs to be edited a bit.. looks rough to me. 6 for now, toodles.

Pretty good, I liked all of the images you stuffed in there. The capitalization at the beginning of each line is a little distracting, however (did you just write it on word and the computer "helped" by capitalizing it all for you?). Fight it!

Bill Gates for Emperor of Chile!.......?

Shitball fights are fun, -but snow doesnt smell!- yes, and theres no color either, how dull damnit.

herd is right, you heard right, right, they herd, right is heard. Nice little play on how the more visible debate obscures the real, massive scale issues.

I think you made the metaphor a little too obvious- but it was, nevertheless, a good one. Make people think a little harder for it.

nice, some spelling errors though. i remember speaking to my father when he was dying.. i tried to learn babble then, since he lost his speaking ability two weeks after the doctors declared him to be terminal.. ah well. blessed with 8.

The right to life.. you know, all that is completely buttfucked when you consider the right to bear arms, but i liked the poem never-the-less. Also, theres almost no other option for folks when voting- politicians here have become experts at playing monopoly. Blessed with 7.

I loved the title, but was disappointed when it turned out to be an actual purse. I have a filthy filthy mind.

Neato.

Robosexual.

(Petrarchan)

hey, shakespeare, can this love verse get any more.. "emo slush and the children of the korn?" no offense.. but.. bah, what a horrible dish you gave us this time. 4.