spoken like one protected by cartouche. twig tea, please. not sugar, honey. ha! if you google shen ring, the first hit is, "Now at Wal-Mart: Keepsake Fine Jewelry." HAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHA!!

Yes, but the damn commies have me in witness protection, ever since they found miss scarlet, in the study with a piano wire(Which by the way is entirely against the rules), trying to preform a James Bond on me.

A poem that beckons and warns, a talisman charged. A lighthouse bed with thin sheets and emberring fire gone red, conserving itself for death in the morning after hot tea.

Loki's son is one, also known as Jagerhaunde, and Shen Ring.

Yeah, your right that does hurt, Still not a clear picture, but I see the Tail in Mouth, context this is taking on. I'm sure I still don't get it like you intended but what I originally thought is completely blown out of the water.

No! Never! Are you?

Okay here is my piss poor atempt. The Way Murder is Done(Couplets) by TPBOD Do you mind if I pop a sqaut? I thought not. In just a few hours your bowels will cave in. I'll be long gone before then. I did it you asshole. Mother fucker whose got fucking control? Look at you, your falling apart. Your as bad as that cunt, Museheart. You can't say that you didn't get what you deserve. Now I hope you don't mind but I need something to calm my nerves. You want one?, Too bad my skittles. Here soon I'll chop the rest of you into little bittles. Maybe cut off a slice of your calf to add to a BLT. Oh god wouldn't that be heavenly. I hated you, you fucking Jew. They'll never Identify you.

That's a lie. i've never gloated about my linguistics you oof. Even I know that grammar and spelling were never my strength, and often I let that be known, as I am now, for instance. I've boasted on imagination and structure development, and as with many, many, many, of my other satirical pieces that I do, in jest, I focus on many more prudent theoretical aspects involved with writing poetry. Such as the title and characters. Notice how this one brought in fifteen votes in an afternoon, though it's a heaping pile of huspux readings. That's half of your entire combined collection practically on the ranker. Ponder that, and next time you attempt to approach me like some sort of Bow tie pusher, think again, because, I don't believe we are on the same page, therefore, we seem to be having sort of miscommunication, or perhaps that was your attemp at seeming witty, however, it was tossed due to your absolute void of wit.

I'm not arguing but I think that the redundant nature should also be taken into account.

I'd wager you were lost at birth.

you want to look for clues in context, pbd. you want to srretch your understanding, until your brain hurts. or you want to be an accountant. it's really up to you.

Ouroboros is a serpant eating its own tail. A paradox, and a sorta reborn from the ashes, type story. Which really confuses me, as to your choice of that symbol for a title. I admit it. I failed. I have no clue what the hell this poem is about.

okay, i sit corrected. but it will help you put all kinds of wrong meanings into it, once you understand the concept. thanks for playing along at home, pbd.

Lack of understanding of your true meaning doesn't Mean that I can't like what you wrote(My interpretation is just more than likely Horribly wrong). Apparently your going to make me look it up. Fine, but I've have you know I'm proffesor plum.

pink bunny. you are maybe studying accounting? thanks for the complement, but if you don't know what it is, how can you know if it's "nice" or "interesting" or one of those other face-value words that people save for commenting on things they don't understand, but on't want to look like they're out of the loop on? ha. there's your first clue, col. mustard.

mommas, don't letcher babies grow up to be poets. don't let 'em pick guitars, and tolerate dumb fucks...

hmmm....Munchin' on a BLT and snackin' on some skittles over a dead bodies is interesting. maybe you or i or someone else should take that challenge on.