Shit, I can't log out, BASTARDS! Don't make me take the bus hostage and make a movie called "Speeing"

Charming.

suck much this poem was dumb hated it and why would u writeabout this stupid topic

An old woman sits on a park bench watching people pass by. She smiles as she watches a young skinhead walk by with his radio blaring some heavy metal song: DUN DA DA DUN DA DA DUN DA DA NAAAA NAAAA! (It's "The song of choice" coopted by the fascist, or so Peggy Seeger tells me)

amusing, actually its funny, taking many risks, good shock value to piss off the modest, but i have to say its projected image is repulsive.. indecisive i am, so i wont vote, but just leave you with my comment.

I am embraced with joy with this poem. surrealistic imagery to the max. but the walking bit along with the road part were slightly vague and confusing, along with the conclusion. blessed with 7

"..[].." Never, I brought a space ship named Homer with an eloctronical vulva that can make meringue for lemons.

Superb up until the last five lines then it goes a bit soft.

wow bravo bravo not this poem has no meaning and though it may seem good it simply boring and has nothing do do with reality u changed subjects but hey not everyone ccan understand. (u wish) well it makes my head hurt to read it

Erasure?? FAG. You're in Manchester, you should listen to Joy Division like a proper faggot. Ian Curtis was a fag. Why do you think he killed himself?? (Hint: He was a fag).

No, im not Jewish some might think me Amish, since i dont have a taste for expensive furniture, but my money is well spent in my fireplace of appitites. What particularly arouses me is the dragon eating all of religion and elitist creeds. Think of the possibilites that can result if that were to happen! :D

How am I to place you in a nice neatly numbered category if I don't know what you are saying? We need Tagalog for Dummies! (at every sunrise we must all use a dictionary) Oh well, points for speaking a language that I can't translate well enough to criticize you.

I had a friend who once a year burned everything that made him sentimental. I never asked him if he burned his spit pies. Do they burn? (must be a nice collection of memories)

This poemmy poem poem would actually make a nice 2-10 minute animation if done right. I like 'winged rats for as they seem'. Very old school construction (old like Will Shakey, not like Run DMC)

Why? So I could call it "Backhand" and slap the shit out of you again? Please, See, I know when too not waste my time any longer on a tired subject. It's too easy John.

im slightly puzzled with this poem..

what the fuck.. are you going to commit suicide with this poem? because looking over the poetic talent here on poem ranker, i forsee a scene: An arrogant young self-proclaimed Caesar suffering delusions of granduer raising his sword to poke a dwarf which is in actuality a giant, but his hallucenagenic suffering prevents his realization of the creatures size and strength. Suddenly the giant awakens in rage with a burning sensation originating from his arse.. turns to see so-called caesar and joyfully steps on him, thinking of memories which include cockroaches.

lovely, it gives me arousal to high degrees and delves into my divine orgasmic senses... ahhhhh.

muahah

priceless