Do you think this is profound because it is stultifyingly simple?

I'll say!!

stfu man, sigh own your face

Wanktuary (Free verse) by -=Dark_Angel=-

The whore pisses
I watch from the peepholes
neither friend nor my mum
is welcome here
I am hunkered down
wanking
watching
deep within the crotchtower
protected
hidden well beneath the gray
folding sheets
silent
listening for the rush
of footsteps
undetected
safe wanktuary
within walls
no one will find out...

Don't listen to that cad known as Jeremi B. Handrinos / <{Baba^Yaga}> / Bachus / horus8. I think your song is great!

Excellent piece!! However, perhaps you should consider the distinction between "poetry" and "a series of uninteresting, mostly unconnected thoughts presented in a form whose only resemblance to poetry is its frequent line breaks". 10/10!!!!

Oh shit, you really have done more drugs than me!! I was just acting like a tough guy, trying to play in the big leagues, but you're the real thing!! I made up the whole thing about being quadro-spazzed on a life glug. There's... no such thing.

I...I just...O Jesu what have I done?

If you rewrote this as a homoerotic seafaring epic it would be the best thing ever.

I would say "great use of 'talk' to rhyme with 'walk'" but honestly! This HAS to be a joke. Good 1! "and don't forget about mob" -- genius.

Unfortunately, you have fallen victim to a variation of Berry's paradox. "Something that I won't even mention" is a mention of the very thing you purport not to be mentioning. Plainly, ~Ex(Mx & ~Mx), so unless a formalisation of your theory of the good things in life is too weak to even derive that, it is inconsistent, since one of its theorems (if not axioms) is Ex(Mx & ~Mx).

I'm afraid I have no choice but to give this poeme a 0.

You should rewrite this in the shape of a heart, or perhaps a bumblebee.

Freedom is never chutney
---from a cage
Once you've chutneyed your own face with chutney
---after a while
Deep chasms of chutney engulf your
---once happy life
Gentle moments of tenderness begin to feel
---like chutney
In public you have to cover yourself with a giant nappy
---you look normal
-----but deep
-------inside
---------you're just a gibbering mass of chutney
-----------superimposed on a vast lattice
-------------of lettuce and cat-shaped ankles
woven by every person you've ever hated or will hate
as every man who's ever hurt you laughs and walks away like some sort of spastic
after witnessing your never ending agony. Forget it, Jake.
-----------------------------------------------------It's Chutneytown.

On your face I now do fart.

Hey, that's some real good shit, kid. I bet Lesley will really appreciate it!! Why don't you make some sort of multimedia presentation out of it? You could cut out the shape of your love from a single sheet of moistened cardboard, mount it on the very fabric of your being with a stapler of trust, and then shove it into Lesley's face and grind it back and forth until Lesley doesn't have a face anymore, just a sticky bulbous liquid red mass and you're screaming and trying to wake up but you've really done it this time, you sick fucker.

Fucking goths. If I wanted to read the erotic adventures of lestat and his merry men I'd be looking on livejournal, not poemeranker. 10/10 for effort though!!!

Great work! I can't help but notice that you sometimes have up to three words in a row without a linebreak. Transcending this limitation and freeing your mind from the constraints of sequence-based word melding can only lead to greater euphoric heights of abortive joy!!

I'M ABOUT TO <BR>

I wish I could break your face.

So many problems in this world today
I get more cuts and bruises everyday
I’m crazy, sick and twisted, you just can’t
Mess with this, Hell man, when you get right
Down to it I’m ballistic, found, bound
Within my rights, I put on my gloves and let’s
Get on with this fight, don’t back away, and cuss
Today’s that day I unleash my rage, my anger
So vivid the earth trembles, it shakes and it quakes
But first, I really ought to finish ironing these napkins.