certainly not MY mom. She's already drunk today.

smells like city, I bet.

nice story in this one

girls do that, so I've heard. never met any like that though.

EXCELLENT!

Is this a sex poem? about getting a rash? poison ivy?

This was a little confusing and therefore distracting: Always the same tune depending on the day, Yet it never annoyed me. If you mentioned Dad's name or the new man's name you'd upset Mum? If you are talking about your dad, that doesn't really make sense to me, because you probably wouldn't refer to him by his name so much as say "Dad"... Besides those nitpicky things, I liked it.

I don't even want to think about this subject, Russian Roulette. Seems way more gross, somehow, than my train suicide poem.

Interesting piece. What's the Poemwanker award?

"An exhausted mind travels atop physical depravation, Where will sleepless corruption led" change to "deprivation", "lead" "travelers feet" change to traveler's feet There are some good parts here, but you can certainly do more with this subject.

I don't really get it either, but I like the reference to the drunkard working at the nuclear plant.

I like it.

Hilarious and magical.

I love that "peace guy". Yeah, tell your friend to take his knife-bearing self back to Old Miss. Change that second to last line to say "talking to himself aloud" (or out loud, but without a dash). I think the last line is a little confusing, just say "as I pass him on the street" or something. Are you talking about that hallucinating man with the greasy hair and blue bandana?

I like your last 2 lines, especially. Nice job.

Cute.

Points of possible confusion: (1) Doggerel is bad verse. (2) halon doesn't fission easily; fission is a nuclear process. (3) elision is a technical word for slurring.

Like it, especially the refreshing rhymes in the first verse

the line pattern would probably make more sense if this poem was about diziness.

What, I wonder, would a necrophyliac consider dangerous? No shovel and buck teeth while strolling through a pet cemetery.