I bet they are.

squishy

The cadence is addictive, clean and well done. Thanks for the ride.

fairly engaging. and in interesting format.

You are obviously a fag.

WEll, so you don't like cigarettes? poopy doppy do.

Ohio players. Or Sandusky Ohio. Both?

What? No Stimpy?

you are obviously a fuck hole.

wow, I love this poem. my heart is a pasted paper scrap on my glossy chest --is a great line litter the streets of an abandoned bedroom city. --is the best line -10-

wow. this is amazing!

I love the first line.

This is quite nice; flowing, roaming within an easy pattern. Having said that, I'm gonna haveta read it a few more times to figure out what the hell it's about - but, you know what? - I look forward to it.

Writ with a confident, skilled hand that pulls words as concepts onto stacks with a geometric efficiency. Once again, I have to work to understand what shape this equation takes - but I want to.

I'll grant that it's probably clever - though it may sound more so than is so; I do, however, appreciate the unusual form. The other two: sapphires; this - more muddy. I will admit, it can be fun to play in the mud.

If I was a good judge of character I wouldn't have to three man sling shot a warm potato at your ass once a day, nor would I be a Vet. An pleasant poem by thy way.

"Hey kids, this chess song hits the big top twenty at number 7!"

I would bet you're better at checkers.

Once my bum leaked a brackish honey, but just once. The it flowered with yeast.

I smile and Smile. I even giggled on cue.