A perfect example.

Did I trash one of your haikus? I didn't give you that blue two either.

Your haikus inspire me.

Please change the title and take it out of the poem. Please.

have you seen my bottle of tarn-x...my maid rosetta said she lent it to your man. i need it for the gold mercedes symbol i'm going to wear to the award show tomorrow. i know you're far to busy to be bothered, but i implore you to come down for a minute and quit holding your breath up there...it's bad on the eyes...you know? crows feet and such going around..we want you to look good at the pork sale on friday.o

OMG you idiot, its A STORY! not AN STORY!

I re-read this to see if it was as bad as I remember. yep. you know, if you killed yourself, no one would miss you.

not bad. I think more poems should contain butlers.

They told me you were dead. Settle will lie this one.

you no that ride at carnivals called the zipper...i heard they've thrown their cars quite a few time over the years. pray for that. could you pass me thast churo? thanks.h

I hate when titles are in the poem. It is such song lyric mentality. A title should stand on its own. I saw a bumper sticker the other day on a car that said, "abortion is the fruit of nuclear war." It was homemade and spanned the entire bumper. I thought about this and even brought it up to my students who sat with curious looks on their grad student faces. Anyone out there care to suggest what this one means. DA?

Is this like a rap song?

Does this mean you no longer love me? Could you write me and tell me why I deserve this treatment.

Well it has the sort of hip hop rhythm going for it, which is cool. I didn't give you that two if that is why you called me asshole.

i wonder who this poem is about? i never test the waters either. as would i, you jumped in so quickly, and there were currents aplenty. he's no gulf stream, i give you that. the man is everywhere at once, and there is no xanadu or shangri-la on his map. i'm actually rather fond of the churl. i don't think he's either actor. i don't think he's flesh and blood at all. he's an eddy. enjoy the spin.

Happiness is the look on a butler's face when he secretly dresses up in his Master's clothes.

That shit was fucking horrible.

Think. Feel. Explore.

Yes. Yes, that is how the world is, isn't it?!

no cupcake for you, cupcake.