And I say this because it's the obvious. Every thing I've ever written is't properly punctuated, and it's all first drafts. he knows that, I obviously know that. WE're all staring at the fucking thing everyday right? So I've know christof for a couple of years, and he's a great poet. he doesn't have to plsy his fucking pretentious little game with me? Where he comes over and says "blah blah blah"? well duh, he's he telling the obvious too? Himself? Certainly not me. the audience. He could of just given the thing a 0 and kept his 12th grade lesson to himself. he knows that this poem as well as all of them weren't put there because they are good? Idiot, they we're put there by rockmage, and it's obvious why? they are all my worst work. So it's no fucking mystery. But see, I think it's stupid to walk up to a zebra and say hey you're striped? Well no shit? Everyone knows I can't spell, I don't edit, my grammar is shit, and I run on nothing but hate and imagination. So yeah to answer your question. that's exactly what I'm saying. Because of my shit education, and life you know? (drugs, fucking my mom, prison, prostitution) That's the only thing him a dark angel ever say. It's old news boring. Get it now? Good, now go fuck your face with a three speed blender, idiot.

Yes, I said that and. Also that I think your all fucking idiots. And, I believe, uninventive stiffs, pretty much?So you aren't a complete idiot after all. Do you think some how I'm not aware of what I'm saying. Perhaps I can hire you to follow me around all day and repeat me. How much for that?

Yeah, pick one, it doesn't matter. In fact throw them both out and put in, consistently fudged.

It has two meanings, that I can see.

What are you trying to say? That Christof's comment is somehow ill-conceived because it fails to recognize your unprivileged background?

I'm afraid you have exposed yourself to ridicule on an unprecedented scale with that shameful and deeply ignorant confession. I daresay this epoch making blunder will form the very crux of my soon-to-be-realised memoirs, tentatively entitled "Devastatingly Wrong Opinions" by Arthur Dimsby von Smithe. I'd like to take this opportunity to heartily congratulate you on your outright dung-mindedness and staggeringly blatant misuse of the colour "brown". Well done!

you don't have a clue what it means

I believe I was using shoal as a noun, and yes, we all know I'm a direct product of no role models and an even poorer education christ off, but we can't all get the kind of family support and education that you've been afforded now can we mate? Eventually, though, I'll learn, and it will have been a hell of a hike. Where, as for you? Well, you've always just been sitting there haven't you in your magical pipe puffing droning pretentious squat. That's what I love about the english and europeans, all of that fucking ripe or the picking culture, all of that sitting around and chatting over crumpets and old news, mmmm, makes me tired just watching you guys. I honestly couldn't tell you what this poem was doing on the best list? And I honestly really don't give a fuck either, as far as I'm concerned poemranker is old news. And just another page in the evolution of my poetry. I used you 'learned' poets as a means to get an idea of what I wanted to do, and how to approach it, and it worked, and that's what I do. Move and stack and hide and survive. There is no safety net in my world, there is no other direction to go but up. I'll see you on your way down, and perhaps we can share a pipe and story. Until then, thanks for the help and advice mate. It worked.

damn damn damn i mispelled conversation.