My eyes closed half way through reading this, and I found myself unbuttoning my flies and slowly stroking my thick cock.

It was only then I realised I was at work and my secretary had started to stare on iwith incredulity that masked her unbridled joy at finally seeing my swollen length exposed.

Within fifteen minutes of reading this poem I had used and cast onto the floor three distended, sagging jonnies.

I now have a slightly bruised ridge and a small tear in my frenulum has turned septic.

Thanks!

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I laughed so hard as I read this that I soiled my new pair of Thomas Pink boxer shorts and have had to dispose of them out of the window in the loo!

Thanks!

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I grew so bored reading this that I started to pick my nose, only to realise I had a malignant cancer in my sinuses. I have subsequently had them removed and now walk around with a face like a bowling ball.

Thanks!

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I was on the brink of buying a chocolate bar as an afternoon treat before I read this poem, it oso moved me that I decided I would rather give the value of my chocolate bar (26p) to a charity. I went on to the Christian Aid site which demanded a minimum donation of £15 a week, which duly signed up for. I had however forgotten that my mortgage payment was due to go out today as well and I only had enough money to pay the mortgage. Consequently, I have had my house repossed and am having tyo move in with Cliff Thornburn. Curiously enough I have always been a fan of Cliff and the chance to play snooker with him every night has so overwhelmed me with joy that I have just ejaculated into a stranger's mouth.

Thanks

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Well done crystal.

"This uncertainty serves as an anxiety enhancer"

Crystal,

How you continue to be so creative astounds me. Your poems cause me to utter an anguished yelp as I ache with the pain of my throbbing member hitting my desk.

I can only hope the torrential river of thoughts, emotions and experiences never run dry and form small ox bow lakes in which phrases like "expressed solely in these lettered constructs" meander without the juxtaposition of a finely formed "so incomplete romance in words".

I would not be the first poet on this website to confess my affection for your beguiling skills with the English language, however I am probably the first to have worn my ridge off reading your words.

Yours with increasingly ardent fervour,

Your Friend

I have a fat back.

WTF?

A lingering smell of "follow through" has permeated this poem.

Tramp concentrate! Merely add water to have the sweet taste of a tramp in a glass!

Electro-Sausage.

You appear to fail for failure's sake.

An enjoyable romp around the lobby of failure.

A double-barrelled epic of failure.

You are a hopeless fuck.

Very good.

Nauseating alliteration would probably improve the second verse. In all other ways this poem was like reading a used nappy.

Splendid, I especially like the inclusion of my omni-back.

This poem is as entertaining as shopping with pants full of follow through, in a large out of town shopping centre, knowing that you have to get the bus home and someone has taken an overdose in the toilet affording you no possibility of discarding your soiled under garments.

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A peerless, saturated jock strap of meaningless rhetoric.

guff, syntax error.