have another look, would you mrs.g?

When I was ten years old, or so, I had an extra tooth grow in behind one of my front teeth. I don't remember exactly how they fixed it, but I had braces for quite a while, and even now I wear a jagged smile. Inside my cheek, there are scars still, from the metal wires that were careless cut, where only I can find them, and taste the stainless steel with the bitter blade of my tongue.

A) i do. lol (peeker) b) not if your a refined scholar as the likes of da, or christof, or p&k the'd be civil and finish their toast before calling their accountant then lawyer. Because they are learnded men of the clothe.

Hey, i see you've got your flyer up for your new gig. I saw my name and started to fan my feint left knee, who, apparently was unaware that it was the left knee of a splendid young poet, therefore my knee asked the back of my face for an hair sample and autograph, and is much happier at work now. i then vomited.

Tsk. And after all that smoke I blew up your ass yesterday? Sir, you disnobber my foul name. The correct order is actually 4,3,1,2. That is all, thank you for the time you took out of your busy day to come and mill around my creation in full wobble, I know you are a busy bee here at poemranker.com, and, well, to be honest, goes practically unnoticed of late, but there was a time when you would walk, and I would feel it all around me like the falling barometer, but now it's like bringing the special kid over once a week as a sort of neiborhood parent obligation, you know, like "hey, marge, I'll watch timmy for the afternoon it's no problem" then you weasel facts about their sex life from the easilly manipulated handicap boy, because he feels obligated to be honest with you since you are always so nice to him and you push him on the swings while his dad works late, you know what i mean? that's what your visits remind me of now, babysitting the special kid.

AHA! I have you now, "Professor" Soderstrom! One cannot BUY toast, one must MAKE it! Thus I deduce that under the silken veil we shall find- GOOD LORD! I am faint

No. I said Cunt, not Vagina. Cunt. Say it. KHH-UNNNNTT. There, now don't you feel better? Everybody loves the Cunt. Everybody was made and brought here by the Cunt. Worship the Cunt. The glorious Juicy Glossy Slippery Pulsing Organ of Creation. The Cock also rocks. Cocks & Cunts. Oh, the luxury. As if I was arrogant enough or stupid enough to believe I might have an answer to your question. The key is individual, each woman carries her own lock. Like the door to a house. Only we aren't given the key to ourselves, we search for them. Cunts are one place for women to look for her key. Most women are orphans of the moon and her cycles. If a woman learned, through daily observation, the relationship her cunt has with the moon, things would be better for her. She would add a new chapter to the book of things she understands about herself, an important chapter, and one day she'll finish the book, the door to her house will open. Don't mis-understand, I'm not saying that women, because they contain the Cunt are superior, nor am I excluding persons who identify with the Cunt but are born without one. I'm telling you there are so many reasons to love the Cunt! I do think it adds to the sense of solidarity human beings feel towards each other, yes, as I said it catapulted us all here. Everyone has a belly button, we are all tied to the same ancient even prehistoric Cunts. We are Cunt-cousins, you and I. We're family.

Go to gangbox it's on the mp3 page in the seventy's. let me know what you think keep in my mind that it's acoustic using my computer's mic for a rough copt to give me an Idea before i go into the studio, but I'd be interested in getting some feedback. I could however e mail you an mp3 of it electrified. listen to the one first then let me know.

What's the website?

Thanks JB but I really did see it as a kid cause of the keyhole. What adult goes around looking through keyholes? If this were a guy that was full grown in the poem he'd likely bust in and throw a fit, not go sit down and make tea.

That's where we differ than. Other than beastiality and extreme unction aside, naturally.

I think it's probably more that your mind is counter evaluating everything but couples currently due to your recent love loss. At least that's what a Jew shrink would tell you for 200.00 bucks per half hour anyway, because I can't see what you're seeing, unless you mean the kid catching the mom cheating, but even that's a far reach. You're just in denial's all. lol.

Live with it! *BOOT*!

This poem is a horrible exhaggeration of how cool I would be, if I could just make it out my front door without biting off two fingers, and staring at everything but where I'm actually going and mumbling incoherantly about things like meteors, bats, and radiation.