Nice sentiment. Bad poem.

<well i suppose you're ready for your interview [baba yaga comes in dressed like hepburn but smoking like bogart] sorry about the mix up..i blew Bachus to get here in his place..i hope you don't mind? well z...let's talk a bit, and ask you some questions..about ...things. every good poet should know about. especially woman in poetry 'the talented ones' that is....>h

Pimple poem, super sized!

Bummer.

pale rider...bitchin..i heard george thorogood straight thru this.g

obviously a brilliant poet dumbing down with hard tweaks and over used symbols..this piece was funny, serious and ended fucking out there baby! a great read.

wasn't that special. you're classic seven..why ? because you're luckier than us you bastard. a fine balanced poem.

i don't know about you cats, but selling swine, and cocking back steel, gets it for me every fucking time..YEE HAW! 8 a swell read.

Distasteful, yet very interesting. I like how you constantly manage to narrowly escape infection until the end. And the pickle part, too.

Are you talking about Ed Gein? anyway... You need serious help this poem isn't worth the time and effort you spent to think up.... an moral impression of wasted space

Excellent! ladies and gentle men we have been graced this evening with the pride of wales himself...Nicholas Jones..<the crowd of course is completely asleep at this point or in a stupor..not even knowing half way near to where in the fuck wales is [south west england, i believe, capitol, Cardiff, known for steel, coal, welsh cakes..dylanthomas, {still no one moves fat chick farts again and this time giggles} protestants? COME ON PEOPLE! the land of the poets and singers taliesin? Dafydd ap fucking Gwilym the EISTEDDFODD! FOR FUCKS SAKE..three people get up and leave..ah fUCK YOU TOO, SCREAMS BACHUS..come on nick i'll by you a drink, by the way nice poem dude ..do you go to the college of medicine? or saint david? Bachus and nick walk off into the iced over night to find the nearest pub, and a reason to sing anew..

on the way out..they throw vulcan a ten..because his poetry rocks too. yeah..chicky chik chik chaw.?

Maybe it is because I have never had the pleasure of going to a men's bathing pond, but that first image confuses me to no end. Can you explain it?

Duh. So we need a college educated man to spell it out for the masses? Is that it? Please, what was your purpose in writing this.

ravissant. tricherie, that would be me. ;)

Every responsible adults utter mind fuck..a reason to drink, and heavily. Z? what do you do for a living other than write great poetry? Who are your favourite poets, five please? Name five of your favorite places on the planet..whether you've been there, or not?

What does it normally take to get in your pants? no just kidding...well i mean..i am a dyke, but i'm working...? Who were your role models? What do you do for fun? who are your favorite poets on poemranker? What sign are you?

<a messenger arrives..baba shoots him awicked look and nibbles upon his earlobes whispering...until you boy have listened to t rex 'the wizard' never fucking interupt me..you little fucking puke!> now back to business Z. do you like t-rex? if not i suggest you do.. the only good thing athena left me with was that.. also i suggest cake prolonging the magic.... how old wewre you when you started writng poetry

I like the title, but little else. Taro buns are the best!!!

Is this a haiku or a proverb? Either way it would hurt.