Blah blah blah! HA HA HA!

Blah blah blah! KILL ME RIPLEY

Indeede! With peristalsis as thy steed, 'twas a long journey, to say the least!

Poemes must rhyme, Sir. Else they are not poemes, but the foul lies of the Devvil. And loving outside of Marriage is the greatest of all sins! O Jesu what have you done...

I must know more about this vault! Please detail the further exploits of the crippled Oldlings.

i was finger painting with my toes out back...when my servant boy came running out to notify me of this terrible misunderstanding..nay friend..i stand uncorrected...it is not poo that i am convinced should muse for you...and the plains of africa had nothing to do with me subtextually exposing anyones known or hereby uknowable sexual fetishes, physical handicaps, mental menstruations, or spiritual inquisitions...if anyone could feel what you feel...walk in your shoes..it would never be me. i take things as things should be taken..from other peoples homes and hard work. it is not the poo.it was never the poo..i swear this to you..i have saved a very 'choice' and girth flaunting 9 inch turd..i will now attempt to balance it on the palm of my man boy and have him force feed it back into my de-dentured gaping ass..i will then reverse peristalsis..using the power of my mundane mind and scream out UNO, a second prior to delivering a yummy chicken enchillada, hot and steamy fresh from the mouth of madness..let me know where to e-mail the j.peg..<these kind words are brought to you by "those fuckers" car detailing, coming soon to a corner near you.

Hurt! I cannot rip out the hearts of those who hurt you. I cannot give you their severed heads! But! I can squeeze them for every dime they're worth. Every single dime! I'm Jim 'The HAMMER' Shapiro! You call! I HAMMER!

I do not wear shoes, Sir, after the unpleasant Baking incident of '48. And I'll thank you to keep your replies civil in future! Chicken Enchiladas are a leading source of Ethnic smells. Blah blah blah blah blah! Blah blah blah blah blah! As I walked through fields of barley!

my estuary was full of beavers. now it's not, but i'm much, much warmer now. yes...much..much warmer.

your bullit has ricocheted and grazed the right g-string strap of my mothers most tastie thong w/the xmas theme...fucker..i've been out here in the sun aLL DAY FINGER PAINTING WITH MY TOES, and now my mother is in tears over her exposed hip scar(that the g-string covered perfectly) and refuses to do the modeling for me..do you have any idea how long it's going to take me to convince her to come back? i had her flown in from a bordello in mexico you fool! southern mexico. now you have to make things right. that's a tall ordermy friend. taller than your midget stricken fram can handle..you fail. litmus testing. art. and basic algebra. come back when your balls drop. killer. cereal.baby steps. 2/10

That cut me deep. Deep. Deeper than the crack in my Momma's black ass!

Do you know what I hate more than you, kootari? Nothing. I hate nothing more than you.

Nobody's glad you came, you whining, insecure, worthless peasant.

SHUT UP! PLEASE SHUT UP! SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP ABOUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS!

Yeah, quincy eye, whatever the fuck that is. Blah blah! Excellent work

I was wrong. There is something I hate more than kootari. IT'S YOU!!!

I immediately demand to know who gave the 10 and who gave the 3. This poem is not only a fine tuned piece of "art" and deserves to be framed above my fake mobile home fireplace right above my mantelled collection of choose your own adventure books! But it also forces me to be soooooo introspective. I give it a 0, because here at poemranker good is bad. We are bi-polar and bi-sexual romance novel worshippers! Bow now to this underachieving poetic prose. Bow! Heads down I say!

Thank you. i take that as a profound compliment. WORD. Tom

Several. Many.

and uknown ye shall remain!