oh dear, I'm afraid our little spat must be dreadfully boring for our fellow wankers. To ameliorate that, shall we continue in limerick form? Right then, I'll start us off: Little_Big_Nose & The Argument From Evil ------ There once was a little big nose Who ever the question did pose If there's a god, Why'd he give me a rod That's only as big as my toes?

You are aware that those big words I threw in there aren't real words at all correct? How they convinced you that they were is why I have them there. Sucker.

Excuse me? Ha ha ha... no not quite, but if that helps you sleep at night then hug onto it by all means lol. Big words? You mean the words I invented that don't exist? Idiot.

How about you admit that you just throw a buch of big words together and call it a poem?

Just admit it? You're a simpleton.

I am very sorry my my slur-spiting friend, but the only chain I have is the one on my wallet which has yet to be jerked. The chain is there to prevent the wallet from being stolen, much like your values have been stolen from promises and decrees from a dead god. And it's not 'omigod', it's 'oyourgod'.

yes, and you see the trick is, right after that moment when you (finally) realize someone was just jerking your chain, is to have that "aha!" moment and realize "I have CHAINS! and omigod they're BIG chains! No WONDER people are always jerking them"

DEMOCRATIC anti-christ, republicans are evil. And as long as we are adding useless labels, i guess we could add wicked and addicted middle-fingered, doubble fisted, neurotic drug induced and chemically abused, genderbending freak, brain-dead supersonic fiend, prize winning drag queen...I love the Murderdolls

Aha, you're a REPUBLICAN anti-christ. I KNEW it.

pardon me, which term are you using loosely, 'HOLY' or 'FUCK'? Are you accusing me of being a loose-holed fuck? The ego-boost is gratis, everyone deserves a pat on the back once and a while. And it is true that you spue better than I, I must bow to your spewing. I spew neither so vociferously nor desultorily as you. Alas, as I grow older I find fewer and fewer of my thoughts to be truly spueworthy. Whereas before I spawned an almost continuous spew of words like a cat in heat hosing furniture, now I must carefully hoard my literary sputum, and more often as not it simply dries in a thin metaphorical glaze over my dessicated metaphorical palate. Age, it sucks. I have so many liver spots now that you can't even make out my van halen tatoo.

Don't forget tasty

You need help, get it. Remember that the goverment is here to help

HOLY (and I use the term loosly) FUCK! you called me an anti-christ!!!!! I know I'm not Marilyn Manson, but I'm geting there. I must thank you for the ego-boost of the week. And whats great is I can spew words and write better poetry than you. I'd love to stay and laugh at the words you write but don't understand, but I gotta go cut myself, sing to Satan, and think nasty, unclean thoughts of how I will torture your soul when it gets sent to me in the Underworld - "Well I'm not a slave, to a god, that doesn't exist Marilyn Manson, the Godfather of Goth "the fight song"

well yes you see that's part of the metaphor. this is clearly meta-poetry--lastobelus is just whining about his "muse"--and hence should have been mine. Mine! but I got the cherry blossoms, which I didn't deserve at all.