ew.

I have posted a poem. Would you be so kind as to profer an opinion?

sure.

is that a tissue veil? because i have found that crenoline does a bang-up job 'down there'. stop staring.

two nits: wine saturated the sponge; you seem to be implying that judas dined on holy bread that evening.

lowercase s in shelters, please.

bleats. baa. baa. bah!

S3 is way out of place, h.

my cup runneth. over.

:}

Why don't you say something I can take with me? I have read your oeuvre, and find the bulk of your manuscript seems to have fallen out through your thread-bare pockets.

Delightful.

The day the weather hits 50 degrees I'll find the next chance I can get and I'll shave and get a haircut.

Nice one Bill! Ace poem! We want you to know that the crocodile we hired you to wrestle wont come out of our trousers? Regardless of your high pitched sycophant banter. Microphobic.

Sounds like you've earned your laureateship. Would you care to wear my lucky cock ring to the ceremony? It's plaid and even works for a limp wrister like yourself. Jeremi, as my mother would say before i ate her. You are not my son, bastard... Go find your own food.

Hurry! I wouldn't want to miss that. Will you wear your shower cap too?

Scourge.

No difference at all. Either will do, in a pinch.

Because you are an armadillo?

Fail. Safe. Both.