Nice.

This is pointless, true, but not a poem.

What would you do to it if I put it in your hand?

i might also go for (then) instead of (the). My apologies,btw. didn't read your file first.

Good lord your sexy, love me, my succulent concubine write your fatwah upon my cold lifeless heart in sanscript whisper of sleepless premarital sex all about my unkept magnificence.

Merely thrust (other) by whitebrother Yo, it's merely the thrust from your bust like lifting hefty bags of boobs up and over the fence for another ride on the hippo hungry, hungry, hungry, but then I notice that you have a penis too and the paper airplane that was my erection slides under the door and into the closet of homosexual denial. I cry tears of gayity knowing I'll never have to hurl you and your boobs over another fence again.

"Fate: why don't you just shit off?" (Free Verse) by -=Dark_Angel=- I have mixed feelings about fate, So I'm going to use this line to rhyme it with hate. Have faith in it, Because if the previous line made any sense, Then it wouldn't sound like a load of complete balls. blah blah blah something always falls.

why don't you go and put your d in a vice.

I am gay I am a filet of 1 lb. sole If you're gay Perhaps we can play inside my hole You might lay me backlike a real man and fuck me something proper You just might You just You Yo Y? not

You're not Kurt Vonnegut, so stop writing such insipid bollocks. Thanks!

How about getting quartered by Clydesdales? Is that simple? If so... Play Polish roulette with a squirt gun full of beaver piss.

I really love your pointless use of colons, and your consistant confusing of 'than' for "then". Hey, when you get sick of being an idiot perhaps you could go back to just being you? Alas, you'd still be an idiot, but what the fuck, some sperm never swim straight out the gate, and some sperm just float on the backs of others, or in a proper face holster they are carried home to glory. GLORY! What were we talking about again? Ah, yeah, you blowing me for charity, whatta ya say, do your poor newbie friends a favor sacrafice yourself to -=Dark_Angel=- to appease the beast within, and save the future of bad poets on poemranker.

Very good, Sctz; more environmental poems, I say.

Go fuck your mom's face with potato peeler James. Submit or shut up outsider.

I really like this poem, it makes tons of sense to me... And, let's look beyond the spelling of silicone...

I will not submit any of my work to the likes of you. You people are an insult to every true poet that comes here. I do not claim to be great nor even good...but those who can't show respect; as far as I'm concerned can burn in hell.

Wow, that had some potential, had some good points, but you tried to hard to rhyme it and so it all fell apart. Good effort though.

Yes, James, I agree that must be why my fish tank whistles three times a day for tea and my house is made of scoria. I'm in HELL! Good god and I thought those were just ugly talking birds shitting on my patio umbrella?

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