uh oh. looks like there's someone more l33t than D.A. in the house....

yes. hind-sight is 20/20, and 2-ply. indeed it is.

the form is utterly distracting.

stanzas, iambic peters, line34, line35, what the fuck are you people talking about....this is a beautiful honest tragedy with the makings of the trojan war, and your like wow!"i like the second stanza" un fucking real. you wretchless lasses hold this close to your "structured" love of poetry, but in the end this is a winner, because of it's rotten stench of honesty and love torn madness, jesus christ you fucking broads are to much the irony is totally fucking killing me...it's like a bunch of fucking nazi's trying to tape back together everything they've destroyed whilest they mumble, "hey? why did we rape and burn and shit all over this again, oh yeah because we loved it that much" un fucking believable i'm goinna give it another ten just because it says the exact reverse of what you dripping cunts think...oh and what happened to mr. bogs figures that indecipherable cursived tampon string would retreat. once again p&k. i'm barely humbled, and yes you are a poet, writer whatever artist, aware man of mischief 10/10

u know the more of these shit poems this bog fellow praises the stronger and stronger i get...keep going you lover and praiser of weak scripture..i'm having the time of my life reading your constant one brain cell powered banter, are you a jewish cantor? were you in the car with princess di when they headlined the pillar? cuz wow your fucking chiding pursed english sensibility is right up the alley of a merchant ivory film...the english patient part deux...another tiresome three hours with a burn victim in the desert..is just what this site needed..not that your even from england..cuz i'd bet money you're just the semen soaked left hand of some midwestern poemranking ten year old with a knack for creating false identities, and if by chance you are from the land of drizzle...then..even better, cuz with you breathing and stinking up the place...no wonder you people always say "god save the queen" save her from having to listen, and or read any of your short, bland, see through, mind de-expanding rhetoric lacking rhetoric...ode to the sea blah blee ree tee blah blah i'm deep blah blah..i'm from england land of literary geniuses..blah..blah the sea blee vlee....you americans..blah blah should learn from me blah blah...we beat your pathetic asses then...stole your colony..and evolved at a hundred times the rate of your so called country(cuz i don't even think this clown is even english) has in 1500 years..do the math..we are two hundred some odd years old, and ye are over a thousand yet..we americans have saved your asses economicaly, militarily, and stylistically more times than i care to count...stay there.. enjoy your short termed reading materials..you deserve it..and your welfare too. you fucking two versed parrot...ha! ----/10

DA, your meter trips itself in several places. you are capable of so much more. i am disappointed.

z..is right this is fucking way..way beyond any of your other stuff..congratulations sir..you now have my respect and ear..not that that fucking matters none..i'll drink to that, in fact at this point in time i'll drink to anything..if i was working at horus8 right now i'd give you one of my odd little awards, but somehow i feel this is above it and below it all.so fuck it..i no longer hate you, then again i might hate you more here's a 10 for your whore!k

unholy desires, indeed. did blake help you with this? no, wait, it shows a sense of humor. he couldn't have had a hand in this one.

n. not a chance! i wouldn't even want it to be.

Is this about masturbating or wiping your arse? 6. Always take a pack of tissues out with you. Then you'll be spared any embarrassing moments.

heres an encore presentation you fucking toadie... 20 most Recent comments Re: Why Me? by Tarquin De La Bog Bachus 19-Aug-02, 07:30 PM u know the more of these shit poems this bog fellow praises the stronger and stronger i get...keep going you lover and praiser of weak scripture..i'm having the time of my life reading your constant one brain cell powered banter, are you a jewish cantor? were you in the car with princess di when they headlined the pillar? cuz wow your fucking chiding pursed english sensibility is right up the alley of a merchant ivory film...the english patient part deux...another tiresome three hours with a burn victim in the desert..is just what this site needed..not that your even from england..cuz i'd bet money you're just the semen soaked left hand of some midwestern poemranking ten year old with a knack for creating false identities, and if by chance you are from the land of drizzle...then..even better, cuz with you breathing and stinking up the place...no wonder you people always say "god save the queen" save her from having to listen, and or read any of your short, bland, see through, mind de-expanding rhetoric lacking rhetoric...ode to the sea blah blee ree tee blah blah i'm deep blah blah..i'm from england land of literary geniuses..blah..blah the sea blee vlee....you americans..blah blah should learn from me blah blah...we beat your pathetic asses then...stole your colony..and evolved at a hundred times the rate of your so called country(cuz i don't even think this clown is even english) has in 1500 years..do the math..we are two hundred some odd years old, and ye are over a thousand yet..we americans have saved your asses economicaly, militarily, and stylistically more times than i care to count...stay there.. enjoy your short termed reading materials..you deserve it..and your welfare too. you fucking two versed parrot...ha! ----/10 ,

you no it's not even fun anymore, cuz you're writing is not even rankable..so..i wont even go there..cuz there's no there to go to you.

you no it's not even fun anymore, cuz you're writing is not even rankable..so..i wont even go there..cuz there's no there to go to you.

I am rather partial to the second stanza of this piece. The varying rhytms are really what makes the poem. The third stanza is a little weak and a little cliche, but it wouldn't take much work to polish it up. I really, really like the flow of the first stanza. And I'm sorry I haven't got a more useful comment for you, but I'm a little distracted today.

the thought of you, evergreen, putting this on your wall is to good to be true, yes do it, do it, cuz the irony is to much, read it again, this time guess who you are.lol!!!!!. p.s. your fucking pathos is incredible in 5 to ten years you will be the woman in this poem..you are too fucking much..yes..hang it..hang it next to your mothers picture of jesu...ha!lol all the way to huntsville..ha!

h! A 10? methinks the merlot might be gracing you with winegoggles. it's good, but not quite there yet. something is missing to make it a 10. still, after a second read, it holds its head high.

you keep trying on different personas...and there are some ideas broached here...not fully developed...but, then again, your narratives are always immediate, fleshy, salty...which is why this one confused me. whose ever it is is stabbing at metaphysics, but has not lasted their 8 seconds in the flux as yet

poet, worthy of printing out and sticking on my wall.

babbit--i have taken your suggestions re: the articles in the first stanza. thanks. it think it improves the poem. -z

oh! so glad for the rewrite, as I missed this the first time around. So much here, so much, it makes me tingly. 10/10