and what was the point in that? You've completely removed any trace of the rather enjoyable discussion about flinging a kidney to Sydney. And our amusing little debate about your "cuisine" illness has now been lost in the ether. Great censorship, I must say. I really wish nentwined would get rid of comment deletion once and for all. There should be a general consensus among the poemeranking community that when you put your work up for public display on a ranking website, the comments other people make are not your property.

If you were indeed referring to NUMBER TWO, why in Sodomy did you describe it as "CUISINE pabulum"?

Oh come on, old boy. Given that you find my work so bum-crushingly intolerable that you've taken to either ignoring it completely or, wherever possible, deleting it to kingdom come, I daresay it hardly seems worth your while hearing what I have to say on the matter.

In that case I do hope you'll extend to other users the same courtesy you've so kindly bestowed upon me. It really is nothing more than attention-seeking bravado for someone to sully your work with their own silly stories. And there was me thinking that deleting a harmless two-line anecdote about a tailor and then claiming it wasn't sympomatic of some sort of vendetta wasn't going to cut it.

No problem. It's your decision, afterall. And may I say what a mature decision it is, too. It certainly isn't symptomatic of the giant vendetta you've had against me ever since I wrote some "shock humour" and you got enormously peeved.

Why not? It isn't offensive, is it?

You have never displayed any difference between any of your 'personas'. Furthermore, Sir, if you have ever read an Metaphysical Treatise then I am a turbo jew. Good day.

Wasn't it Marilyn Manson who was banging on about the fear-factor in advertising etc and then Michael Moore went to Heston's house and had a massive go at him for liking guns but the guy was too old to know what was going on and then THE END

So is the title meant to be spelt like that, or what?

What!? Have you actually read the poeme you are commenting on? How on Earth can you possibly think ?-Dave_Mysterious-? takes himself seriously as a poete when his ludicrous portfolio boasts a 3 lined 'sonnet' about eggs and an ode to a fat-cheeked acquaintance called 'Burgers'? Have you totally lost it, man?

Shit man I'll let you be the judge of that when I tell you I'm the coolest cat this side of crazy town. Been up to my ears in the shit and the hipsters didn't even know what hit 'em. Got a real bad rep for being a loose cannon - the shits don't mess with me 'cos they don't want to be cacked up in nappy of their own shit after messing with my shit for more than a couple of minutes! You gotta problem downtown - I'm your man. I've been around the block, and then, after I did that, I went around the next block and got totally spazzed up on some gear I found smeared on the underside of a discarded potato. You want results? I can get ya results. But when the shit goes down and the stakes go up, then there ain't a cat alive who'd point to a pile of shit on the cobbles of easy street and say "I did that, buddy"