No. I do not.

It's funny. There are so many things about this poem that make me want to stab myself repeatedly in the thigh with a bread knife, but they all fade into insignificance when compared to the awful, sucking horror that is your use of upper-case 'B' in 'Baby'. You. Are. Not. Special. Indeed, if your dull, sappy, content-free poetry is any indication, your most outstanding feature is your complete lack of any outstanding features. And so sayeth -=Jesu=-.

Mere words couldn't possibly communicate to you how bad this poem is. There is nothing. There is no content at all. No meaningful propositions, falsifiable hypotheses, tautologies or even contradictions. Just the sort of utter asscake they write in Get Well cards. Is this what you think poetry is? Did your teacher give you a good mark because it vaguely rhymes and vaguely scans, and is about your tedious, uninteresting emotional life? Does that make it beautiful? And if the execution of the poem wasn't bad enough, the sentiment behind it is even worse. Do you know how many people there are in the world? More than six billion. Not even considering people that are not alive any more, do you think that your emotions and feelings are unique? Even if, for some reason, you were unaware of the overwhelming empirical evidence to the contrary, it would still be a statistical miracle if you had felt some 'romantic' feeling that was novel in any way. So since you are not presenting any interesting ideas, and you have not presented them in an interesting way, just what the fuck were you trying to do? Nauseate the reader? What? Make them awed at the beauty and wonder of love and the universe? No, tell me. I really want to know what possible motivation you could have for churning out such a magnificent masterpiece of genericity. 10/10!!!

A turd floats with more grace than this poem.

What I'm more interested in is why, if "razorgrin" and "Shin-Bojangles" are "seeing each other", "razorgrin" felt the need to gush all over this poem in a public place.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH

JESUS CHRIST TAKE IT AWAY

Yeah, that was me. Sorry.

No, look. I wasn't laughing at you and then insulting you. I was putting myself in the position of what appears to be your target audience, i.e. someone who finds the poem funny. That's why I said 'HA HA HA'. However, I was unable to sustain the ruse, and the stress of pretending was so great that I said 'FUCK YOU' in order to release the tension. Unfortunately, since you did not realise that, you made a wholly inappropriate response. Good day.

I forgot that's what happens you write a really long word, and since you can't delete your own comments there's nothing I can do about it.

"'Cheeks robber'...?" "Good but it's not right. Sarah? No? Alright, take a look. It was 'arse bandit'!!"

I know someone who hates F. Mercury with a passion. Perhaps I should give you his email address and you can have a huge argument?

Pffff. A poem about the third man objection might have been interesting, but this one isn't. What's interesting about this poem is that it manages to convince people it is interesting.

Potential schmotential. Is this poetentialranker? Or poemeranker?

Ha ha ha. Thank god yoda's aprentice is still here. With Poetie and Twisted Wizard MIA we'd nearly run out of indignant teenagers to angrily defend their shitfests. You're a dick. You suck. Go fuck yourself. etc.

Pfff. "Love" is the opposite of freedom.

You're not insane. If you were insane you would be far more creative.

Embalmer are great. They also write about lingering, painful deaths. I'm sure they could help you come to terms with your loss!

Are you married, Christof? Gutted.

You're just following people whom you dislike and contradicting everything they say. This poeme is awful. You know it, I know it; even kristen here knows it. So let's just be mature about it, OK? Great!