mrpresident
on Fuck your fucking face monkey fucker by Bachus
3 Oct 2003, 2:03 AM
Rubbish, total rubbish.
A life story, Mrpresident???? I think so...
Perhaps you will grow a long black arm. The Arm of Nigritude they will call it. -10-
This reminds me of the time I tried to construct a synthetic butler from a surplus beggar and a discount plus-sized wedding dress. It was tremendously exciting until I realised I had given him the powerful hind legs of a bee, and he simply leapt over the manor into the rolling green hills of Weatherby Estate. But good heavens, enough about me.
This is an astoundingly stupid poeme, Sir. -10-
It's good to see another Christian on poemeranker.
Honestly, that bloody devil. USA! USA!
Yes, why indeed? This poeme strikes a profound chord deep within me. 10.
I wish you were too.
yes, that's why I thoroughly enjoy them (when i don't hate you).
You are just jealous because chrystal's showing me 'love', and not YOU, by the way, you are a turbo Jew. In my opinion, anyway, unless you've found a treatise in a cave yourself deep in Mesopotamia or the jungles of central or south america, it's a crock of shit written by an egomaniacle crock of shit, you daft limp butternutted squash.
You have never displayed any difference between any of your 'personas'. Furthermore, Sir, if you have ever read an Metaphysical Treatise then I am a turbo jew. Good day.
decieved? there are no lies here. But your Leafs simile was very funny.
why do you fear for me? the new season brings wonders unseen. Time to leave fear in the penalty box.
and get up on that Zamboni of life. ?
ps are you really from Timmins? Who are you? Where are you? What is your name? ASL? LOL
I really donât get the sense that you have ever worked a dead-end job in your life, thus when you attempt to write about it you actually have to mention the phrase instead of creating or conjuring a metaphor that would get the job done with the desired effect. But since the experience is not there you would never think to come up with that. Nor do you even understand the concept of buying or selling or what is bought or sold by those who sell and buy. And then, yet more rhetorical questions. Think about it.
Young people are trapped in an endless cycle of rhetorical questions. Bummer. And, seven years bad luck. Look what it has done to the Cubs and all because of a curse put on the team by a tavern owner who could not bring his goat to a World Series game. Now there is something to think about next time you pick up the pencil.
Yea, o.k. Tadpole, now I can start returning the high marks you've given me. Thanks, and keep 'em comin'.
Ha, you had me going there for a minute.
Damn I love this poem. I think I love you Christof.
But here, I will up the score just to aid with the self esteem.
The rating is irrelevant. It is not about achieving a high score, but about writing a good poem. The attaching a number part is cute, but you are beyond that. I gave it a five because that is where it is: still with a chance, somewhere in the middle of succeeding or failing. Like I said, the metaphor of rainwater coming through a screen says a good number of things.
This poem needs nothing learned for a bit of roasting and why is everybody all of a sudden reading it? Doan is a picture taker (somewhat successful) who has a book out that puts naked woman in stereotypical domestic situations (i.e. ironing, cooking, laundry, etc, etc.) Quite genderistic you may say, but the base or instinctual sexuality is so convincing that is blows you away. Other than that the poem sucks and I do not know how to fix it yet.