Long, but interesting.

"Love can overcome this woeful spat. I know that I am not your mat." Genius.

Awww how cute your diaper is leaking. Interesting poem man... here's an 8

Geez, you guys are supposed to be aspiring poets here. Has nobody heard of a glosa before? It starts with a quatrain, right, from another author. Of course you credit the person who wrote it. Then there are four ten-line stanzas, the last line of each referring back to the lines of the original quatrain in the order they appear. And there is no silent e at the end of poem.

Jesus wont forgive me and if he does ill shoot him and eat his holy flesh after i marinate it in green sushi salsa OK? OK? DOES GOD STILL LOVE ME? I couldnt give a shit either way.

The lobefucker one was delightful. i'm jealous you beat me to the subject.

Markie was wearing the skirt the other day. The word 'shanty' always makes me break into giggles. Now the computer lab's looking at me funny.

I find it hauntingly poignant that you chose to post this on September 11th, the very day on which the Events of September 11th took place. 10.

"Desires within me leave a deep and open chasm, Your fist against my face causes me to spasm," Genuinely the best rhyme I have ever read in my entire life.

Gross. I smile. Flip flops for all.

Very well done, It seems to jump around, but with reason.Thank you

i enjoyed this (the arbitrary list of ingredients and the final justification could be reworked in order to make this a serious poem)

What a scathing satire.

My favorite is the third from the bottom.

Nice "historical poetry". I liked the speechless cane and wheelchair of torture and rape.

You should have said "french fry" instead of "freedom fry".

You should teach him how to stand on his face, 'professionally', like you do.

I've just want to know about my rank for this poem, so I can more improve in writing. thanks.

Aww..cutie flower chick. you must find her. Who's the hottie in your room?

This is good, but still too long. It should go: Gandalf: Frodo, here's a ring. Destroy it for me. Frodo: OK. Taxi! Taxi driver: Where to, guvnor? Frodo: Mordor, please. Taxi driver: Gonna cost ya. Frodo: OK Frodo takes the Taxi to Mordor, throws the ring into the mountain. The end.