A ha ha! Splendid to the max! You've really captured a hearty, hilarious essential truth about the maxims of poetes in this hard-driving world we call Planet MacDo.

Well, there goes my beaver sandwich and oyster pudding all over the bored-key.

"suf-fer-ring"? What the suffer-fuck? Great title, though. Almost, but not quite as good as Motorhead's classic "Killed by Death". However, sir, Lemmy, you are not.0.

handy to keep around for a mediocre date.

Probably close to the stupidest thing i've ever read. It's funny though -7-

Fucking A+ Darlin'. Holy fucking fuck.

Honestly? I enjoyed very much how you rhymed too with three you's, but then, finished off with a true. Staggering, and very suspenseful. I'll raise you one zero blue vote, and see you a green one.

Improved.

Ha! Clammychowdher.

Nice.

Burning dry thoughts. The nerve of those bastards.

Jaguaralicious, but some how missing its camoflauge.

Did the door hit your head when it opened? lying there on that double negative?

I bet you wouldn't be so eager to gush all over your friend if you knew he'd been soaking in a HOMELETTE all night, would you? It's always the young ones that go. First it's the face: a degrading sagging of the cheeks. By the end you could hang an anvil off them and barely notice the difference. Then it's the hat. It comes from nowhere. Usually with a feather in it. Then, slowly but surely, his vest becomes ragged and his mcribs start protruding. When you see a copy of the Big Issue slithering out of his knapsack, that's when you know he ain't your friend anymore.

Have you ever stepped into a mound of your own used nappies so deep you thought God had pulled open his cheeks and you'd fallen in? I haven't. But I bet you have, you sick fucker.

Of course crime is always illegal. Don't you see what would happen otherwise? DON'T YOU GET IT MAN?

Hey, that's some real good shit, kid. I bet Lesley will really appreciate it!! Why don't you make some sort of multimedia presentation out of it? You could cut out the shape of your love from a single sheet of moistened cardboard, mount it on the very fabric of your being with a stapler of trust, and then shove it into Lesley's face and grind it back and forth until Lesley doesn't have a face anymore, just a sticky bulbous liquid red mass and you're screaming and trying to wake up but you've really done it this time, you sick fucker.

Pederasty, pure and simple. Yes, die.

Solid enough.

Good Job !!!