Okay I get it. Sorry Dark Fuck, I do not have your superior skills of interpretation of allusions to the asshole. You must bend over and stare at that thing a lot considering a good deal of your thoughts, comments, and poems involve shit and its synonyms.

Perhaps, DA, perhaps.

Don't let anyone tell you this is a good poem. It is not a good poem. It is a bad, bad poem.

I've got many up my beautiful sleeves that show how much I worship you gorgeous devils. Just wait my darling.

Cheers! Heres to you and your family, may you be blessed with many years of joy and health.That son of your's will teach you more about poetry then any of us could. Work on this, it's almost there. Just tighten the bolts alittle. Isn't it amazing to be a father! I bet you race home just to look at him.

my child, go read a book. go read many books. Pack a bag and go on along trip to Europe or hitch a ride on a freight train or spend more time masturbating. Stay away from the computer and the boys. They will teach you nothing about yourself. books are your best friends. Read Richard Braughtigan's So the wind won't blow it away and Henry Miller's Black Spring, arm yourself. There is no smell that attracts voracious males like a sweet dumb girl

Keep trying, your soul is headed down the path of happiness. Read some Buddha parables if you haven't already. I bet your a fine young man. But I still have to give your poem a 3/10. I've got grown up appetites

yes my dear, but why is it broken, I mean f**king it won't break anything.

Without becoming overly literal here, I beg to differ. oops, looks like my dirty little secret's out... look what you've gone and made me do, god-woman-wife!!!

First, glad you called this one a freeform. Second, I'm enjoying your little film critique ditties, yes indeed, I like it. Third, I agree, The Matrix is a big gun wankathon for boys with little guns ; ) 7/10

I'm still laughing, I absolutely love this! At first I thought it was about sleep (yawn), but no, that's fantastic. While my preferred sleepmate is the red, red, wine, I still say 9/10 for the loving, and might I say, bittersweet ode.

Look here, PAKI: Venus already said what the allusion was, so I clearly wasn't trying to actually prevent anyone from finding out what the allusion was to. I was merely trying some role play of a jealous child who knows something and doesn't want anyone else to know. That's because I find that sort of child incredibly amusing. Perhaps you were playing the role of a feckless, generic-beratement-generating dumbfuck! If so, good job!!

Don't be silly. Nothing is better than 'AIDS in a Glass'.

This is absolutely beautiful. I'm normally rather cynical when it comes to straightforward 'love poems', but this one moved me - Bravo! 10/10

GW, you're making an impact on this site. Your contributions to date elevate the debate; although, they do lean strongly towards strafing those of my gender role. Very personal and powerful. Your poetry, now, requires a mirrored response from a male poet on the subject of wicked wymyn.

Cheers! I don't know what thiws is about but it's well done a that's what counts. Although I can never get use to sentences being turned on their behinds for sake of a rhymn. (fromdeepisgleaned,isupwardbeamed)how about deeply gleaned and upwardly beamed.

You have some interesting ideas, try pruning this by about a fourth and honing the syllables and catch a few internal rhymes. Might make your perspective that much clearer.

lmao, no no no, you see the guy i am going to SEE in houston IS my boyfriend. lol. and the "poor sap" on my site is his best friend, who also lives in houston. lol, stephen, francis is my bf.

edit edit edit edit i can not say it enough. most of these sentences can be pared down to 3-5 words and the poem would be much better for it.

Hang on, there, Stbr and Mphst, I'm nice, too. Just ask PAKI. The poem could use some tweaking.