The rhyming's wonky.

Yeah... With my foot on the back of your head I say I....L, hate your fucking guts, through love i mean. That's when i motion to the waitor for the check. I've rented soft porn better then this.

Like to discuss some beefs I have here. E-mail me. Canuckistan? I turn at the drowning pines, right?

Good.

Wow! You truly are unique! Ace poeme, by the way!

For you, that is.

NO

Who does that? Your legions of fans? Sounds more like you reassuring yourself that your penis still has a chance of touching a vagina (a live one). SHHHHHH. It's okay... You should dumb it down a little more then this. Chicks dig simpletons with unobtainable goals likegetting laid outside of the shower and one's own gene pool. (cousins, young aunts, lonely mother's on nebutal). I know why i hate jews... Why do the French again? Oh yeah, they own France too.

With the sword of sharpness and a cloak of invisibility... I subdued the displacer beast, and kept it's treasure.

You wrote them both, you say? Then why did you comment on your own poeme!? Why did you say "At first I didn't like this poem, but then I read each word carefully and now I think it's beautiful. 10"? Were you trying to get other people to think it was good and popular? I think so. But don't worry. That's nothing to be ashamed of. Don't feel you have to justify your actions to me, or to anyone else for that matter. Apart from Jesu, obviously. COMMENT AWAITING DELETION... [100% Complete]

Hey look I liked it and gave it the 10. I was mearly saying that pain is not as great when you live in anger. Anger leaves less room for pain.

I liked the last two lines. (Gosh, I'm such a positive thinker!)

Do you agree with the following lines by a famous poete called Burgers: Is it war? It's insanity.

A good effort! At least you've demonstrated the strength of character required to avoid using the word "dawn" to rhyme with "yawn" in the last verse.

Great use of "won't" to rhyme with "don't" and "hurt" to rhyme with... "hard"!!!11

If the aborted foetus is in heaven, then it is in the best place it could possibly be. It wouldn't be crying or unhappy, because then, by definition, it would not be in heaven. Therefore, if anything, the mother has done it a favour by aborting it before it had a chance to commit any sins such as not believing in Jesus Christ, or tossing a filled nappy out into the street, only to watch with horror has it lands, open, 'pon the unsuspecting face of a sleeping tramp. Unfortunately, The Bible is somewhat unclear on the fate of aborted foeti. If one were to cherish the notion of "original sin", then the foetus would not be "without sin" in the womb. Since it would be incapable of asking for Jesu's forgiveness (being merely a jellied foetus) one can only conclude that Jesu sends its soul to Hell. Assuming it has a soul. If it doesn't have a soul, then what's all the fuss about abortion about anyway? 10/10

and rubs his hands, his empty hands. isn't it obvious that they're empty?

blork

Am I immature?

And here we have the complete spectrum of poemranker's true genius commentators. I shall try harder to to please the baby Jesu, and refrain from ever reading an poeme on the topic of abortion again. Ever. Eek!