bluwiz
replying on untitled by bluwiz
6 Nov 2002, 6:10 AM
uh oh. yeah, that was a booboo. sorry for that. 'she' is supposed to be the moon, but i suppose it makes it so confusing. i was refraining from using pronouns, but. *sigh* think i should do it over?
'You are my vision/of perfect sweet'... You ARE an imbecile.
I see your point, but seing as "merchant bankers" is Cockney rhyming slang for wankers, I felt it would be better put as the former.
I like the message. I think it could use some dressing up though.
I like this a lot, its very original.
Very symbolic of current events should Bush have his way. Sad news just in, Congress is Republican! Bush is unstoppable. Clinton had an IQ of 186, Bush's is 92! Where did it all go wrong? (apart from a certain secretary)
He sed Blooby u fool!
Ahhh, G, dis poem is da bomb, wespect.Fweddy supports ur shit, bwuddda.YEH!
no i am related to mr blobby
You are the future Mrs Rosie, are you in any way related to Mr Blooby.
Shut yer hole boy e is one of mah homies and das is phat is dat, so if yer dont shut yo maoth i'll mush ya and mah homies will gun yer down wit our spud guns oh yeah wickid mush
And people blame me for being immature! Its sick.
What a load of complete and utter bollocks. This poeme looks like it was generated using a Random Sensitive Poeme generator written in Qbasic. It must be a joke. Surely!? O' sweet, beloved Jesu! Pray, let this be a joke! I beg of you! I... *weeps*
Nicholas Jones
on George Bush, Jesus Christ, and the good ole US of A! by dougsoderstrom
6 Nov 2002, 1:37 AM
Just for you, here's my very bad Bush limerick:
There was a young man named George Bush
Who had no brains but a headful of mush
He wanted a war
No-one knew quite what for
To avenge an old man named George Bush?
Why can't we all just love each other?
I like this, it flows nicely. I don't comment much, but I liked this.
This image is cliche and you bring nothing new to it. You sound outraged and hurt rather than empowered.
Exactly. You say things so much more concisely than I do.
Poetry is about rendering experience into art. Get it? The mere recounting of events does not poetry make. Look it up. Here is the inspiration, but not the transformation.
Are those actually line breaks or is it a prose poem? I can't quite tell.
So i have to move on tells you that the child can not be saved. so why stick around when you can go help someone who can be saved.