I almost wept, but then I pulled out of it. Here's A well earned GQT award. I enjoyed the emotion this poem coaxed out of me, and its lucidity.

hey hey, nothin like a hangover to snap you out of writers block. 8

call me fruit loops! your work never fails at making me laugh to the point of choking. Blessed with 10.

I would suggest correcting the typo for better votes.

The lower bunk

just seems like a list of fucked up things to do maybe needs tightening to give the words their full power.

And there "naver" will be. Sounds like a lovely trip to the barber.

Wow. Just when I think you can't shock me anymore *BLAM*. Nice.

I rather enjoyed, maybe, I'll make it a song.

Here is some advice, notice how my poems are aquiring a stack of zeros and hits galore? That's when you know you've struck a nerve, that's when you know you've got them red in the face. this poem of yours though exciting! is outmatched by the power of your user name, drawing away the focus, see? You want them to laugh at the poem not your user name. That's premature ejaculation my friend, and no good.

LOL! watching you write poetry is like watching an old preacher from Arkansas gum an alter boy to death... Jesus, I dare anyone to read this out loud without laughing. Ha! Good bejesus, that's too good to be true. It's like Bobcat Goldthweight getting philosophical about alchoholism, or over-eating... You are just too cute, too cute. Ha! Ha! It's like "Deep thoughts" by Jack Handy on Saturday night live.

Is he really a "diluted twit", or was that deluded? Also, I think "sounded like a ten year old child" would be better in the present tense. I can't really rank it as is but, perhaps after a good edit. Cheers!

I think you are trying too hard to rhyme. You need to be more graphic and more specific in terms you use. We know what humans do to other animals but point out hypocrisies, use metaphor etc

a thought too late and too soon ?

I have no creative thoughts at the moment so I shall write a poem about it! unless this is a creative thought anyway a bit too smart/postmodern/ for me

The only worthwhile thing in this poem is the word "stright" which means; to write with ones teeth while in a straight jacket. The rest is pg.

Jesus, you're good. You should write eulogies for a living. The funeral companies would love you. For every person they buried your poetry would kill nine more in the process. Try flowers, they smell good and contrast well against black back drops.

I'll give you a five for the last stanza because I liked it, but it was a shitslide getting there, good christ, no wonder you've distanced it from the rest of the piece.

nice username

sudden infant death is harsh. I understand .