irishfolksuicide
on September 11, 2001: That Day by blues361
19 Oct 2003, 6:26 AM
'that horrible day
Remembering all those innocent people lost
The U.S. staying strong'
Of course, had all the innocent lives lost resulted in America becoming a feeble shivering wreck, it might just have been worth it.
I don't like many poems on this site. This one's not bad.8
Sometimes I wonder how people like you survie in this world without dying of stupidity. 9/11 was sad and everything, but compared to the millions of people in other countries who die of stupid shit like the flu every fucking day, 3,000 people dying is nothing to complain about. Dipshit.
Ghirardelli totally ruined chocolate for me.
Bachus
on You must enter a title for your poem about lebsians! by OnTheOtherHand
18 Oct 2003, 7:32 PM
Grammar check please.
A shag with a rusty spoon.
More like the time Andrew Barford and Misha Sidhu trapped David Anderson in the fencing cupboard for an entire luncheon period.
Almost.
Like the time you and billy thumbs weighed the paper weight in the mop closet? Or the time you and silly sarah wedged that fire extinguisher into her good nostril in the break center.
thats the sign of a good father no doubt, but giving away money to make the life of your family better is not what matters, but it is good to be selfless as a father 10
Then it's done it's meaty work.
Do you understand how the indentation of a comment relates to its position in the hierarchy of the discussion?
Ha ha ha! Okay. Lord, one can dream cream but not scream seamone.
I suppose you have a right to talk about these terrible events. However, they stir up horrible memories in me that I would rather forget.
Having read this poem, I have resolved to stop writing poetry merely for its commercial value, and also to desist in my skag habit.
When I am (inevitably one day) a billionaire, I WILL have a jelly bath installed in my car. However, don't pretend you are from the New World with words such as "jello," I saw you use the word "quid" in some comment or other.
You are a complete sonnet Witney.
You are thinking of a different Mr Kipling.
Who?
A lovely yarn. Masterful poetry.