Actually I think it was something mean haha, but its ok, thanks for the comments on the other poems.

Too bad your mother didn't use birth control, then every poem I have wouldn't have zero's from Hoarus, Baby yoga, Jerimiah handfloss, etc. It's nice how all ten of your personalities are all full of shit.

Can't remember it, I'm sure it was just me saying something nice. By the way, it's sliver, not silver.

Thanks. My wife is posting for me. Somebody's getting their nipples tweaked when I get home. Maybe this poem.

Beautiful latina woman, middle-aged and sure of herself, walks up brick path of a modest home, steps up to front door, straightens her hair, smiles, and knocks. Knock, Knock... you open the door. Hi, saw the truck unloading your furniture and just wanted to say welcome to the dysfunction. Just so you know, there are no Kings here, just lots of frustrated Genii, doing the old omnipotence cha-cha. Try to be objective. Sometimes,(most times)the best of those who have been wished into this God-forsaken cornfield are the biggest fucking jerks. So it goes. Be objective. This is not a cattle call for the Pulitzer. It’s mostly a neighborhood of the frustrated, looking for a better way of expressing the modern western pressures. Yes , perhaps you are a threat. You’re young, smart, probably carry some fairly good DNA in those nuts of yours. So take it easy. Don’t make the Alphas gang up on you. Or perhaps you’re all wrong , you don’t understand a thing, and just need to take the poems for their intrinsic worth. Anyway, I brought you a casserole. Hope you like it. Just return the dish when you get a chance. Oh, and by the way, this poem sucks.

And she gives one helluva prawnjob.

For one thing: Yes, I do spend a lot of my time on this site pointing out the massive failings in people's poems and/or personalities. If you'd actually read your (new! pocket-sized!) Official Poemranker Rulebook instead of merely drawing crayon mustaches on all the handy illustrations, you'd know that pointing out a poem's and/or user's failings is not only allowed on this site but encouraged. If certain of my comments are not exactly "on topic," well, I've read and voted honestly on close to three thousand poems on this site and am more than entitled to it. What've you got, honky? For another thing: Kings are hardly ever elected, especially by "self." To name oneself king of something is not the same as electing oneself. For yet another thing: If I were a king of the poetry board, I would likely not consider you much of a challenge. You've hardly even put anyone down. And we get a dozen of you in and out of here every week. You'll be gone by the weekend, while I've been a user for six months now. That's nearly seven months in poemranker years. And one other thing: horus and I aren't a crew. In fact, if I ever see that crazy nigger on my turf I'll cap his ass. I lied, here's another thing: You might be surprised to find that my poems are all sensitive ruminations on love and doubt, particularly this one: http://www.poemranker.com/poem-details.jsp?id=94210

Shi', cracker, I don' give a fuck about horus. And he's not a "self-elected intimidator", we all elected him. We also voted him prettiest poemranker user and best original song about cripples. It was a big to-do a while back.

We just broke up yesterday because I'm moving to the Middle East in a month. When I get back, I'll still be under 30. I'll give you a call. I sang the Raleigh track and co-mixed.