What is it about gayness on here? and bestiality as well

I think three is a bit harsh, this has some good parts, I like the little entries of folklore

Hmmm....It makes one think a bit

Very good dark angel. I wonder about this line though..."and findeth he an girl to rape, as should an gentelman!" Why would a gentleman rape someone? Is there some meaning behind this line? Very good though, I like the way you used words in this, kind of old english.

Left his socks on!!! What a FUCKING, literally and figuritvely, FAUX PAS!!! The poem though is quite viscous in its virulence. I know nothing though!

Unfortunately, you have fallen victim to a variation of Berry's paradox. "Something that I won't even mention" is a mention of the very thing you purport not to be mentioning. Plainly, ~Ex(Mx & ~Mx), so unless a formalisation of your theory of the good things in life is too weak to even derive that, it is inconsistent, since one of its theorems (if not axioms) is Ex(Mx & ~Mx). I'm afraid I have no choice but to give this poeme a 0.

So many problems in this world today I get more cuts and bruises everyday I’m crazy, sick and twisted, you just can’t Mess with this, Hell man, when you get right Down to it I’m ballistic, found, bound Within my rights, I put on my gloves and let’s Get on with this fight, don’t back away, and cuss Today’s that day I unleash my rage, my anger So vivid the earth trembles, it shakes and it quakes But first, I really ought to finish ironing these napkins.

Freedom is never chutney ---from a cage Once you've chutneyed your own face with chutney ---after a while Deep chasms of chutney engulf your ---once happy life Gentle moments of tenderness begin to feel ---like chutney In public you have to cover yourself with a giant nappy ---you look normal -----but deep -------inside ---------you're just a gibbering mass of chutney -----------superimposed on a vast lattice -------------of lettuce and cat-shaped ankles woven by every person you've ever hated or will hate as every man who's ever hurt you laughs and walks away like some sort of spastic after witnessing your never ending agony. Forget it, Jake. -----------------------------------------------------It's Chutneytown.

Seems to me that there are a few awkward places if I read it out loud. Other than the "We've got a hundred reasons to live;" it seems to extend just about a breath too far compared to the rest of the lyric. Very nice tho -9-

I expected more from a man who can't even see fit to give constructive criticism. It seems like all a lot of folks here do is slam each other.

Good, and I think that the abrupt ending furthers the exhaustion that you clearly express in this poem. -8- :)

What happened to my remix????? oh well, I'll post it myself

Nice job. I like what you did with my song. You, honestly, made it a little better. I gave a 6 instead of something higher b/c it is just a different version of my idea and a few different lines than from the original

This is very funny. I hope it was supposed to be right? Because it's very funny.

Let the giant flesh eating roc take you away, and eat you too (the remix of doom part the #3rd) The bus?

decent lyrics horus, but a part in there reminds me, in fact, it is taken right from a doors song...cops in cars, the topless bars...never saw a woman, so alone...ring a bell?! Try to be more original. The rest was pretty cool, reminded me of System of a Down.

Is the extent of our feelings towards one another? http://www.worldrps.com/ Because, I would hope evolution means more to you then a spinning toilet and hand gestures.

More Terrence Mckenna, and less flying skulls that chew on stoners please.

very good, nice rythem

ok not much in the way of originality, but well put together and well communicated