I enjoyed the wordplay muchly.

Gerbal fodder, go away.

I liked this poem a lot but I sheepishly confess I'm still trying to puzzle out the meaning of the last stanza. Can I get a hint?

Yummy.

hmmm, what will you be thinking, while you're squirming around inside the scapegoat christ, about the 95% of humans who ever lived that your god is torturing for no other reason than that they didn't dedicate their lives to satisfying his narcissism? Numbers 31, that's who you serve.

sister Sawa. it will not always be like this.

fuck a bunch of you

Trite trite trite.

Other than the fact that death is always inevitable, regardless, I like this poem. It says a great deal, but you have to fix 'inevitable'. Great 5 syllable word, by the way.

This poem fucking rocks. Oh wow. I grew up with such country in my backyard 'n' much time alone in it. nosTALgia, it's such a great drug. Although I suppose DA has a point. I'd say lurking instead of wriggling, but only because I'm a melodramatic fool. "still trying to reach up" could just be "still reaching" ??? I dunno. But I really like this poem, even if those really are flaws.

was bare bare instead of bear on purpose, or a typo? I hope on purpose, it made me laugh.

god'swife's words are lovely and dark and I just know it would be such a lark with a switch and some twine and one really good line to meet her alone in a park

i like the contrast of light verse and dark content

vibrates between brilliance and pat nonsense rhymes like a schizophrenic man rapping. The last lines made me shiver, and I thought carcus must be some ancient obscure mythical boat. But a lot of googling reveals only mispellings of carcass.

Love it!

you've worked it out beautifully. now seduce him.

is your name Maud? just curious. Lynn?

Yes, mail order.

genius!!!!!!!!

jesus christ. 10.