you could work with this....but I can't...there is something good about it, but it's covered by filth. Clean it up for me.

Christ! The post-modernity mades my legs ache. Say hello to Jacques for me.

i wish i could wright like that 10.....

000000000000+0000000000000000=0 that's gay too.

I liked this the 1st time I read it and voted 10 heres that vote again, I will however study not glance your work from now now on. (my work is less demanding), we've had our differences but I respect you.

Raw piece, well done some striking images here and a good opening, last line dont work for me though-8

I am guessing the title has something or everything to do with the soul doctor, enjoyed the read, some nice images there especially in the concluding stanza. The title though is pissing me off I'm off to find out what it means -8-

Cant make total sense of it but you seem to know what your going on about. I love its vibe though, quite humorous was that intentional? -8

oH mY gOd ! I thought we were gods toilet he seems to like shitting on us but I do dig this because its so blatantly controversial and your proud of it. The end line could win the war ! 9

In every mosque, in every church i can smell the effigys of horus burning (even then we can feel the warmth, see the light) as muslims would say....ahh this is bloody lovely innit, My brother scitz hates haikus but he liked this one, horus your a naughty naughty boy. *9*

giggle giggle.

you just made the last tattered shred of my soul die. I hope you're happy. hellwench.

Yes, that makes sense.

No. you smell like ass. Reading this could only be likened to the time I found out that I can't get drunk anymore. Nonstop puking, that's the only emotion this brings to mind. You gurgle turds. Feel the wrath of a Constitution-draining zero of wounding!!

There's always fiberglass insulation boxer biriefs or a nice razorwire g-string if the hemp undies seem too "hippie" for ya. lick the zero, baby. ohhh...yeah.. that's good.

Well, it IS the closest thing to a not bad poeme written about that day I've yet read. Loose the angels and Osama's beard. 'Buried alive in mortar cots of crimson' is good, but how can it qualify as a 'slaughter' of innocent children when so few were killed?

Inspirational poetry....hmmmmm...I liked where you were going with the clear thought and then you went downhill again......completely eliminate the last stanza....and don't use she...make it from your own prespective.....we find ourselves in a less than perfect circumstance...i barely know you and yet i know what you're about, meaningless creation.

lol

fucking A man

But....Are you good looking?