this is more a song than a poem...to be read aloud in the style of dylan's homesick blues...there's no big or clever words or word play but it kinda...SKANKS

Schloken meine pimmel bitte.

Leaves a nice aftertaste. Some details - the semicolon/colon maybe better a dash/semicolon and maybe "I'll not be bent" instead of the rent line - something about that sequence with "lent"... perhaps work "relent" in somehow?

Excellent!

This is the most pretentious guff ever to have been emitted outside of Channel 4's lesbian unit. Splattered Faces would be a better title.

What are you trying to state about London? - that it is a shithole full of depressed workers, perverted English Gents and corpulent Americans? What about the scrofulous mess who is making all these fairly obvious characterisations?, the fucking mess who has never been to Dunhill on St James's and smoked their splendid pipe tobacco. And, for that matter, never enjoyed the splendid stewed cheese of Simpsons in the City? I daresay he is guiding a black man up his arse as I write these words.

This poem is practically unfinishable. Sure, you have about triple the average poemranker use-vocabulary, but this is all compound main and subordinate clauses jammed together higgledy-piggledy. It needs about ten more periods, and it needs to lose that awful "Present participling through something, I present indicative myself" sentence construction - and any clauses that begin with "As" as well. I'm wondering, have you tried to read this out loud? And I don't think "From pages of Larkin I pondered On the bleakness" is a valid way of saying that.

English translation?

Fuck ya'll. Just vote.

Nice, but I agree that you should drop the magical mystery part.

Excellent!

yep I like this 2 lots of feeling? 9

Good well thought out poem

Unreadable BBQ'd tripe

Oh I'm sure you could train hamsters. Maybe you should write a poem about scottish midgets, or Irish midgets, could be interesting.