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on and love, an envy by richa
19 Jun 2003, 10:51 AM
The last two lines really cinch it up. Soil warm lips and hips I wager.
i don't like being savage about people so i will simply register my agreeance with bachus
yes, best way
they'll all kill eachother in the end
language perhaps loses its own power as it is phrased in 'anarchy movement' terms.
I think the best types of these poems are perhaps a bit more subversive
this flows very well, like a story really
I am sorry Jeremi, but I'm to lazy to scroll, I had to remove your prawning, because, well, I've been forced to type with my teeth as of late, and one has only so many.
However, I've saved the prettiest one and here it is
praune.
As the funniest member of Poemranker, and one of the earliest (1542) I would just like to say that I am very talented and have three huge tits growing on my chambermaid.
Daniella, I know you think -=D_A=- does it better, but I would contest that with my new edit I am gaining fast. I will also go on the record as saying. I am patient, and I am nucleur, I regenerate, and have a hide of scales way beyond Mithril, the strength of ten storm giants, the blood of angels, my tongue (well boggles the imagination), and I am also very young, and an autodidact. Victory will be mine. And if not, well, I will have learned a valuable lesson then now, wouldn't I have?
Look again, carefully this time.
Well, now it'll kill you. The knew edit is out of control.
A Ghazel (pronounced ghussel) is done a few different ways here's one way.
Melatonin III (The relapse) (Other) by <{Baba^Yaga}>
We aren't speaking again at some hole in the wall dive
My eyes burn like hell, and I'm out of cigarettes.
I can see through everyone, but the stale coffee;
As my hair falls out in clumps all through breakfast.
If there was a jukebox I would not low kick it
Out of bed, out of mind, and out of moments.
When you took my hand, I gave you them both bitch,
but your prayers are listless and fucking self-centered.
Your prayers are listless and completely self-centered.
I even bet that we'll end up doing lunch here again
On some other day, I won't care to vaguely remember.
Finding you, to me, was like a 3rd-degree-grease/burn
Sometimes, I wish I was as senseless as you try to be.
Heading back to those silos, and their gold bloody shucks
I can hear a tractor that needs an oil change real bad.
If by chance you purposely wake me before reveille
I hope you choke dead on that horn and die a winded mute.
Your music was my dream; Better left your Nightmare.
Come Come Now Dear Old Chap, Would you expect anything less. Now as for the Ironing, if my trousers had fallen I'd just be my iron on the ironing board and AHH! FIRE! THE IRONING BOARD IS ON FIRE! AHH! NO THE CURTAINS! AHHHHHHHH! THE SEMBLANCE OF MY DIGNITY! oh well since the flame is already going, might as Well light up a J and say fuck it.
yer killin' me.
So you're purposely keeping me out of the top 15, huh? Well that's just typical. But hey, I don't begrudge it, not after the things you wrote on my poems the other day. I also like geckos, so keep your place in the top 15 and good luck and thank you.
Hey, I'm no Mr Pig, I was here long before him. But thanks anyway!
do you have any idea what your names means?
it means bimbo you menopausal bitch...
next time if you've got nothing to say that makes sense or when you're drunk and wasted as hell, refrain from going online you constipated looking arsehole!
The ironing of you continuing to post despite the fact that your trousers fell down long, long ago.
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Hmmmmmm..... I'll keep that in mind
my pussy cat purrs both ways.
Yah thanx for the heads up on that