No. I think you are. I think you're special because you have digressed with me into a happy journey of non-constructive criticism of each other. This is a poetry forum isn't it? After all, you told me not to,

You mean you think you're special.

As a boy I *whimper* was vey loved. *sniff* W-wh-wha- *more sniffs*-what d-d-dyou mean b-b-*More and louder sniffs*-by that? Ha. Ha. No. I just don't happen to conform to the monolingual ignorance and idiocy of most Americans.

Whereas you always sound like the boy who nobody loved, except his beautiful books of foreign languages, which he constantly blabber'd about to all who dared come near.

How touching. Perhaps you are not a teenager. You certainly sound like one much of the time

Am I to understand you still a teened-ager? Oh dear boy. Do you have the faintest idea of how old I am? When you look at the bags under my eyes, you can count the years in the soft, leathery folds; to count them all would take a lifetime in itself. When my used jodhpurs are incinerated and the foul smoke billows up into the evening sky, the very scent of Age seeps into every pore and crevice of the wretched, doomed butler-boy. And when the time comes that my bent, wither'd form can bear the weight of my colossal idiocy no longer, and the nursemaid drapes my bow'ls about the manor grounds as has been done since the days of my forefather's forefather's, then it will be as though an eternal brown night has descended upon the peasants who work the lands, for the impenetrable rope of my centuries-cured innards is as a slippery, stinking noose around the doomed village below. And my shaving vest and my razor shall contain my life-essence, and they shall be passed on to my legions of bastard half-erect man-pigs, and my legacy will never die... -10- P.S. bow'ls

She's since taken the link to her website from her user profile- probably because I made use of it. I'll respect her privacy and not give it out

Yes, I will when you do. Maybe I'm not getting something here or maybe I've been suddenly snatched up by a group of Crack Gangsters and am now living a narcotic fantasy, but I can't seem to find a way to lable use of the word "bow'ls" as the only word in a comment as any sort of constructive criticism. Now THAT's immature. Speaking of maturity kid, in response to my two posts about why YOU were the one with the bow'ls obsession, all you could say was the very word "bow'ls." Seriously, go do some homework or something.

The obsession with "bow'ls" is yours not mine. You're the friggin' one who introduced the word to the site! You're the one who used it (now) a total of 30 times! Speaking of maturity kid, in response to my two posts about why YOU were the one with the bow'ls obsession, all you could say was the word "bow'ls." Seriously, go do some homework or something.

The obsession with "bow'ls" is yours not mine. You're the friggin' one who introduced the word to the site! You're the one who used it (now) a total of 30 times! Speaking of maturity kid, in response to my two posts about why YOU were the one with the bow'ls obsession, all you could say was the word "bow'ls." Seriously, go do some homework or something.

This isn't a court of law where arguments and rhetoric are all that matters, its a POETRY FORUM so can you please limit your comments to CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM ONLY? Thanks, we appreciate it.

But ineloquently worded passion is little better

In either sense, this poem fails to evoke any emotion from me at all. While it may have been written during an emotional momen, and while the author may have tried to make it contain emotions, I think that it doesn't. That's my honest opinion, sorry. And anyway, when did you get the moral weight to talk about what's immature? I would take a look at some of your own comments before telling other people about their maturity level.

My obsession with saying Bow'ls? MY obsession? I'll challenge that in fact you are the one with the obsession. I can say you were the first to use the word bow'ls. If I'm immature for using the word 9 times, then you my dear dark angel are at the maturity level of a prepubescent boy who giggles at the mention of lake titicaca, for using the word a whopping 29 TIMES!! (either that or you're some lonely sad sack of a man with a scatological fetish) So don't tell me not to use a word that YOU YOURSELF introduced to the site. You are full of BOW'LS! Behols the quotes from Dark_Angel April 23: nearly all questions in philosophy are steaming cornucopiae of bow'ls April 10: Bow'ls, I say April 2: Bow'ls March 31: whisper to the chimes of a distant flushing outhouse: Bow'ls, my lad. Utter, utter bow'ls. March 22: utter, utter, utter bow'ls March 22: Now the bow'ls don't work They just make things worse And I know I'll need to dump again March 13: Cotton bow'ls. March 11: bow'ls March 10: the opinions expressed on this page can only be described as "pig ignorant", "stultifyingly ill-informed" and "bow'ls". March 10: bow'ls March 9: But all this is utter bow'ls anyway because I just told you the case for broadening the existing definition for gay marriage. March 9: that's obviously bow'ls. March 8: bow'ls March 8: bow'ls March 8: bow'ls March 7: Quite good, but one point: 1. Do you mean "bow'ls"? March 5: bow'ls March 1: bow'ls Feb 23: A masterpiece from the "so incoherent it must be beautiful" school. -bow'ls- Feb 18: Knowing well your bow'ls are naughty Feb 17: bow'ls Feb 17: bow'ls Feb 5: bow'ls Feb 5: bow'ls Feb 4: Would that your bow'ls were as burdensome as mine -- I'd wager them capable of many a coiled disturbance in the force! Feb 4: bow'ls Feb 4: bow'ls Feb 3: bow'ls Feb 2: The subject matter is the same as always: the moving of bow'ls.

Eloquently worded shit is still shit.

-10-