Argh!

alas, i weep now sweet brother for your departure. may your wing span coax the world into some sort of retro denial revolutionary juxtapose pose prose. enjoy readers...a must on poemranker.

You're moving along darlink! This piece is quite dark for someone so gullible. Will you marry me? 18-wheel me away from these hooligans? You can tie wood blocks to my shoes, and show me where the gears are. I'll drive, you'll write. Order me a pancake.

see now this is a better poem....has more???-sense involved!! well done

...and this one, also good!!! advice: write more of ya poems like this

i hate your fucking guts..GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT AHHHHHHHHH! all right better, great poem ahhh lets see well first the title could be a touch stronger..that's all..

Did you change the title or am I drunk. Now it makes even less sense. Was that the point?

NOW LADIES AND GENTLE MENS' LIVE! FROM DARK ANGELS BACK YARD ' THE CADS!!!!!!!!!' <AN STERILIZING HUM OF AMPISHNESS> [drum loop] CHING WHOOP CHING WHOOP CHING WHOOP BLING BLING CHING WHOOP CHING WHOOP CHING WHOOP BLING BLING horus8 comes through over the pa "we're doing it all for aids, christmas, and jews.....enjoy. the sky wont snow so what's a cad to do? staring into space while huffing on some glue can't stick a hoe cuz my pockets is slackin 'sides the bitchy are funky and i thinks they're crackin so what's a pimp to do is the question on my tongue you know a players work is never ever done chicky shaw chicky shaw chicky wick but don't shick ah chicky shaw chicky shaw chicky wick but don't shick ah chicky shaw chi-shaw-chia-chi-shaw chi-chi-ia-shaw chi-i chi shaw-chi-chi-i shaw-chi-chi-i cha chi-i. whoob whooobwoobdooowhoobwhoob do <bachus pulls horus back in a desperate attempt to find solace> [he goes into solo drueling} beeerwahhhhhhh beerwahhnananananeer! neer neer! beeerwahhhhhhh beerwahhnananananeer! neer neer! i stink cuz i want to STINK SOOOOOOO PISS OFF, SO PISS OFF. I CUSS CUZ I LOVE YOUR MUFF! I GET OFFFFF! I SPANK OFF! whoooooooAHHHHHHHH! WHOOOOOOOAHHHHHHH! <bachus disrobes and starts dancing with a prawne by the gazeebo...apparently the cads! have done it again.

hey wait a minute...."all dressed up with no where to go, walking with a dead man, i was struck by lightning walking down the street....don't run AWAY IT'S ONLY ME...DON'T BE AFRAID OF WHAT YOU CA AH AH AH AHANT' SEE..."10Y

Get rid of 'it's sway' most importantly, also telling me you will tell me in some other poem turned my switch straight to off. Rough draft?

it's not about the son of osiris and clitiris he was paraded on pillows and spoiled by the slee-stacks the hardest thing he's ever felt ever was a ten and a half inch hard black idaho blackened po-tat-oe shaped like an obelisk squatters most scrumptuous fantasy an bigger obelisk. unless the raison is gay penis and the prune is the purse.e

IT'S TIME ONCE AGAIN CHAPS FOR THAT MOST FAVORITE OF POEMRANKER SHOWS <WHY WE LOVE OUR LITTLE ANGELS> here we have one of dark angels more impressive haiku shooters from the soft curved supple hip. this haiku works wonders on al sorts of ailments. not only on corns, hair less. and gingivitis, but also getting high before wood shop, and or day dreaming in the garage whilst reducing wooden objects into items of a higher appreciation.??

this is the best limerick on poem ranker...as far as the musical/spiritual vibe goes.

This poem is terrible. Get rid of the references. Are young men so really hard-up they'll fuck a-sexual green mini-beings?

Eight blue votes. I wish settle and horus8 would just pull their pants down and show you their manhood already. Maybe it would cure you. At least it would save them the embarrassment of acting like flies on your shit, eh? But then again, maybe you are too far gone. Have you been drinking your juice?

I suppose we need a proper form to let our past turn into nostalgia. I guess this rates up there with trying to sell T-shirts with a Tide box on it. Go figure.

. Is this about horus8? "and sit staring jigging" this made me bend over with laughter. Granted the third vodka tonic helped, but this is comic genius. A work of heartbreaking staggering genius.

this is genius, subtle...yet laser accurate. i feel an apricot plays a mre reliable vagina than a fig...figs can be a bit mushy. while an apricot early in the season can be perfectly split,and appreciated. it's candid style is quite applaudible.??

speechless. it made me feel weird, and even more confused. who am i again.