Bobjim
on Bruce Lee is a Lotus Ninja by Shit-Crumpets
30 Nov 2003, 3:39 PM
Shut the fuck up you preteen tit. I bet you can't even get do the ninja moves on mortal kombat, let alone in your ( and I use this in the broadest possible term) 'life'.
Please note I didn't read your poem first time as I assumed it would be typical newbee crap (or hasbeen crap. take your pick). But I must confess, on closer inspection, I was dead right.
WHO'S YA DADDY!!!!
Are you some sort of nut? Hearing voices means you need help, dumbass.
This is a purile piece of shit. So is my work, I know, but mine is intentional.
Ok, which one of you 2 buggers has submitted this purile piece of crap in *MY* account?
Oh, wait stupid question.
Your end tosses a great poem, and there's a "your" that should be a "you are" in the beginning. You had me going there, for a minute there. A nice try 7.
only one other has said so-...began unintentionally, I thought IT deterred, but...ffffffffffff. YES- sex, you are a smart feller. I enjoy the bulk of your werk.
kudos... seemed to have some sort of meter, almost. good composition and nice work on the structure ... I liked the lip biting kiss comment
I take it your old lady's not a gusher?
heh - funny - but "mouthful of pee"? blech.
deft weaving of rythm and rhyme; have a nine.
-9-
I like it lots - but I struggle for meaning - a sexual encounter?
This thing you do with the line spaces and break... works. A pleasant, inviting cadence.
-9-
""He gripped her thigh, and death smiled."
"The bus will give you a hard-on with books in your lap"
"I'm sick of these stinky boots, I'll never wake up in a good mood again".
Jim Morisson.
how could a poem have something unnecASSary and get a perfect score? -6-
good insanity in a big bang:o)
Well, reminds me of my mother.. drunk and attempting to knife my father.
Blessed with eight.
We dont need an Antichrist to bring any apocalyptic end â we have our own Leaders to do the Job better then him
If mother is the the Earth - Who is the Father?? Dont tell me they are the same:o)
I like that movie. I like Ghazals. I licks that shit, and then swats it off the table and shit.
At least the wristless might still sing.
Cocca.