This is sad...i love the first two lines

so do i...and i hope you can't live with yourself because we have this in common. 9.

i like gaelic better.

THERE'S THIS BEAUTIFUL PHOTOGRAPH OF HIM LEANING OVER TO SHAKE THE HAND OF A LITTLE BOY IN A CLASSROOM. THE HUMANITY AND LOVE IS UNDENIABLE. YOU DON'T SEE THAT PHOTOGRAPH VERY OFTEN.

I NEVER GAVE YOU /ROOT TO MY BALLS. EVER.

And Abba, coould you do something with the form of this poem, like break it up some, so it doesn't drag for a mile accross my screen.

And this is an effort to what? Be funny? Gross everyone out? What? Because it certainly is not an attempt at creating poetry. Why must so many of you insist on writing boring fantasies about childish subjects? Why not go out back and build a doghouse or a garden, help the old lady down the street with something that needs doing. Anything constructive, or destructive if only it would make even the smallest difference. Everybody wants to be Monty Bloody Python minus intelligence and social comentary. Oh how I hope for something worthwhile on this site.Sigh.

many novels that you wrote in highschool huh? yeah.. have fun her at poemranker. your nothing...poem was indeed, just that..about as motivationally intriguing as a coffee house in idaho.

Strangely enjoyable. If only for the image of a buggered baboon smiling while it limps away (there's always someone worse off I guess).

Hello again, can't even remember reading this before, how sad. Anyway, there are too many wonders here to single out just one but I love, I can't one or even two, the whole things tremendous. Bravo.

priceless. even (dare i say it?)gorptacular. I'm all smiley and stuff. remins me of a Kliban cartoon.

Dainty and beautiful. I wonder about the last line, isn't it abides IN? How does someting abide loss? Please explain.

Get rid of the rhetorical questions. They add nothing except making you sound pitiful, which is very uninteresting. Your problem is interesting, so I'll take this scrap heap and write a poem about it for you later this afternoon.

Righteous crap. How often have you had unprotected intercourse? Plus the poem is terrible. You write yourself into a tangle of pretention. L3 S5 is by far the most concocted image ever written. Does what you write please you, satisfy you? It's like eating canned hash for dinner. Cold.

Filled with vitriol, and talk about a memorable last line. Can we expect a sequel? nice job

are you trying to hint at something, shin?

Yes, 'cancel time' is very good - I quite like the 'art you make in bed' too.

This is smashing, first five lines especially - 'involute dust', excellent.

okay! you win, and then some.

struck me as a bit vague, but you walk that tight rope often enough to be comfortable there i suppose.