But are you really waiting for a plane if you are at work in WTF? I would have liked this more if they had crashed into an airport.

How is it I am continually suckered into reading poems about what comes out of your pestilent ass? Tell me! I see you have a fan club. And I am not a tart. you are.

Your extraordinary gift for rhyme brings me great joy. Your stories are creative, funny and intelligently written. The shit theme is bizarre, but when it's well executed it's impossible complain. I always picture the most wonderful illustration when I read your tales, a la Mr. Gorey. Do you draw?

If the baleful balls have to do with wailing sirens, as you say, then why would you even consider smiling? Who are you referring to when you say 'they', the snow balls? If the snowballs are your antagonist, then being one of your poem's "main characters", why did you not capitalize snowballs as you did Sorrow, Death, and Soul, etc, to give the word more personality and character? Anyway, I liked your poem overall.

Great narrative drive. Rhyme structure primitive, but inventive and witty language - "Perhaps it worked; perhaps 'twas luck. In truth, I do not give a fucke." or "So, just like her in Paradise, Who, also nude, and prone to vice, Did gorge herself on wicked fruit And shew her shameful birthday suit" to name two personal favourites - but really the memorable lines are too many to quote here. But perhaps most compelling is the tremendous moral message: so much modern verse gives us no more than pallid whining about love. Dark Angel really gets to grips with the big issues. So to speak. And the ending is worthy of Poe, though let down a trifle by the final 'Nooooo' which adds an incongruously Simpsonesque note. Dark Angel's work is becoming increasingly mature; this reviewer looks forward to his next, even riper, offering.

Hot poem! Thank goodness I built that fire pit!??

hillarious! loved it!

'why the Browne Winds blew' or 'God goes not at all with wine!'...hard to say which i favor more. both are sheer revelation. bravo. encore.

Very poetic, great rythm, though...odd, to say the least. (10!)

This poeme is good, but I would change the title to "WTF?!?!"

oh the irony, could cause offense but I like it, it's really good well done

Because it's a motherfucking bumblebee, that's why. What the hell is wrong with you?

are there 12 of them, and does mr pitt make the occasional cameo?