when doves cry? or when carmen electra devulges that her and prince actually changed penises and identitys, just remember alex p keaton was a damn smart republican, just short.

Creepy...here are some Milano cookies to calm down your anxiety..

yes, i remember..this just popped up in front of me, suprised the hell out of me, is this you ang?

I like it...8

congrats on the top fifteen, you never told me you studied politics? just joshing. here's something to keep you there longer.

sorry, i thought you were a girl i new from butterfield, minn. if you can believe that....strong poem, simple, and see how well it worked! a universal theme and feel to it, i wouldn't be suprised if more people responded to this the way i did. have an eight.

would you belive, i commented on this without going there earlier. i just went. HAAAAAAAAAA.SHIT FUCK SHIT, YOU ARE FUCKING WILD HA HA HA. that was totally fucking freaky shit..ha ha ha wow. shit jesus..i was like sitting here with insomnia, wondring how i'll feel with no sleep in twoi days at my mervyns audition tomorrow, and i was like well lets see what darbys been up to, and than i checked out the site, and spilled beer all over my face and lap, and my hearts going a hundred fucking miles an hour..uncool..really fucking uncool. have a ten.??

once at the zoo last year the orangutan covered himself with a blanket, and wouldn't let no one see him, all day every day for like a month..it was funny stuff i tell you..quiet and eerie, than they brought in a specialist who said he needed a mate, now they are both under the blanket. wating for everyone to go home...true, but back to poetry.this is a...struggling peace, salmon like to swim upstream to feel the resistance, and earn the pussy...but if you turn one down stream he'll just find a pool to die in..also true. so GET OUT OF THE PULL, AND SWIM SWIM! that was a metaphor aimed at helping you write better poetry, do not try to do a jack ass stunt, and pool hop nude with a salmon tied to your guppie.that would be mobile poetry, and possibly land you in jail. e

a genuflect, just this once, but no more...i'm watching how, and i am quick to absorb, but don't be a dick..at least tell me if i do it right beyond fucking papasmurf..i value your opinion, and well there is our blatant homosexuality in question here, and probably Settles ward robe for years to come...let's come together...for our children..and for gay lawyers and detectives and firepeople the world over (but, i will restate we really aren't gay, we're just open ended, i mean minded, sorry) ummwhere was i, ah yes, could you ask settle to..return my but marauder 2000..he borrows without asking, or taking it's special hand towel clip, and we both know that hand towels are thee most important thing in a hitchikers bag. thanks..ah..perry mason, never really did it for me, but i do like him better in his smooth cheeked earlier work.

D.a. i just went and learned how to write one of these, and i'm just going to come 'out' and say..your structure tweek is unfucking believable..i all of a sudden got it '-' cuz at first i was a bit mislead, by actually the power of your choosen 'hand picked' symbols and layers, and you 'know' your subject matter and combining powers, but i am sitting here right now convinced at this moment, that regardless, of our silent but bursting avoidance of one another..he he. you are an incredibly talented 'gifted' (excuse the term), scribbler..unreal, just fucking to much..this is a masterpiece..if you are indeed younger than me...you are the smartest most innovative creature i've ever had the privelage, of never meeting. there is no swagger award or cue tip, good enough for this..un-fucking real...you're almost too smart for your own good. we are doomed..i am just simply amazed by this..this is a magical poem. not safe, funny, yet serious, aimed at more than one thing and person. i'm sorry i ever doubted you. You, are thee best writer, hands down at poemranker..it's all there..every word absolute and perfect, style self made and possesd with a piece of some element i've never seen..you could very possibly be the philosopher's stone..if you're a nineteen year old college student, i am on drugs. well... i am, but you know what i'm saying

"cold from the wheel, and warm them with my own heat." love the word play right here.way to feel the down stroke. here's what i think about this poem getting a 0. 10! booyah! fuck them tonguein clit is the all time best hangover cure, besides fruity pebbles of course.

Happy New Year! I thought we would be having dirty martinis when you came out here to visit? beautiful 9.

Have you read or seen the play "Art"? That's a silly question...you obviously have and are stealing the concept, unfortunately quite poorly. Mark, Ivan, nor Serge would be pleased.

Worshipping the apparatus...lovely line. I don't get the first part of your poem...up to boy...it feels disconnected from the rest.

But you failed to use my favorite word, shimmy....or in Chelsea we call them She-Me...Yes, there is even a grocery called She-Me where only sexy transvestites such as yourself shop for necessities, like towlettes, cucumbers, and light bulbs....you figure the connection... BobbyJoe

I feel a Cure song coming on. OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH, if they build it you won't come.

I never looked down at you and I never said any of those things. And I never shot anybody. It is lies, I tell you. Lies.

hey da. did i do this right? i'm unsure.

last line...and then the song was over.

hey, do one with citizen cane now..no fuck that let me..i'll do it just like this, but with more kale and hoof sound effects, and i'll have bums that can can. sweet the "guess that movie poem" funny shit..al bundy in china town..goodone.c