on Maybe I Wasnât Born on a Foolâs Day by Dovina
12 Apr 2006, 5:45 AM
-10-
on How to Bleed by MacFrantic
30 Jun 2006, 7:33 AM
A giant globule of spittle or the moist lips of an accountant attending an course on the new Sarbane-Oxley Rules.
on The Prodigal Daughter by Dovina
19 May 2006, 8:03 AM
like a germ laden hanky deposited NEXT to a bin.
on Perils of the Learning Curve by Dovina
21 Mar 2006, 7:55 AM
I suggest you use a splint in the middle of the poem to try and hold this limp flaccid work together.
on Descartes' Immortal Truth by Edna Sweetlove
19 May 2006, 8:02 AM
I like the way you voted for yourslf but to give it authenticity you voted 8 rather than 10. However, for a proper spasm of reality why not give it a proper vote of -3-!
I arc a rope of cum in your eye and lauch as you wince.
I arc a rope of cum in your eye and lauch as you wince.
on Aristocrats(Madlib for all those shock poets) by ALChemy
5 Jul 2006, 4:10 AM
The aristocrat format is rubbish. It is essentially:
A man walks into a talent agent's office, and says, "We're a family act, and we'd like you to represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too old-fashioned." The man says, "But, this is really special." The agent says, "Okay, well what's the act?"
He replies," Well my wife and I start fisting eachother. Meanwhile by son brings out our pet pregnant alsatian and induces the birth of her zygots by forcing his hand up her arse.
My son then brings the embryonic alsatians and coaxes them into his Mother's vagina and she sqirms as the embryos wiggle in her clowns sleeve of a snatch. At this point my son pulls down his pants and arcs a rope of cum across my mouth which I gulp down. Once he's finished I bite off his cock and spit it up his arse.
As a grand finale I take out grandma's glass eye and my son shits out his cock into her skull. She catches septicimia and we root her lifeless corpse with the dead alsatians head. All this time my wife is reading aloud the painfully self-obsessed poetry of Dovina whilst slicing the skin off my buttocks."
The agent just sits in silence for a long time. Finally, he manages, "That's a hell of an act. What do you call yourselves?"
"The Aristocrats!" The man replies.
A man walks into a talent agent's office, and says, "We're a family act, and we'd like you to represent us." The agent says, "Sorry, I don't represent family acts. They're a little too old-fashioned." The man says, "But, this is really special." The agent says, "Okay, well what's the act?"
He replies," Well my wife and I start fisting eachother. Meanwhile by son brings out our pet pregnant alsatian and induces the birth of her zygots by forcing his hand up her arse.
My son then brings the embryonic alsatians and coaxes them into his Mother's vagina and she sqirms as the embryos wiggle in her clowns sleeve of a snatch. At this point my son pulls down his pants and arcs a rope of cum across my mouth which I gulp down. Once he's finished I bite off his cock and spit it up his arse.
As a grand finale I take out grandma's glass eye and my son shits out his cock into her skull. She catches septicimia and we root her lifeless corpse with the dead alsatians head. All this time my wife is reading aloud the painfully self-obsessed poetry of Dovina whilst slicing the skin off my buttocks."
The agent just sits in silence for a long time. Finally, he manages, "That's a hell of an act. What do you call yourselves?"
"The Aristocrats!" The man replies.
on Skellington Bakery by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
18 Apr 2006, 9:08 AM
This is a woeful departure from the standard -=D_A=- pump. This, I suspect, is written by someone trying to ingratiate themselves into the Rutherford Club, only to be found wearing no spats.
on some deleted poem
19 May 2006, 8:06 AM
Total bilge.
on Old River Sherbourne by Caducus
12 Apr 2006, 5:56 AM
Bluebells flower in Spring you dick.
on The Peccadillary by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
21 Mar 2006, 4:32 AM
Very droll squire, very droll indeed.
on Historical Epic by Bobjim
17 Feb 2006, 7:49 AM
A throbbing nimbus of sperm.
on On the subject of being poor by Stephen Robins
4 Aug 2006, 1:15 AM
Craig Charles
on Here's your God by Caducus
1 Aug 2006, 5:45 AM
I think G-d would be proud of this poem.
on Ode to the Irish Pub by mindsigns
25 Jul 2006, 4:01 AM
The Irish are the most overrated bunch of cunts in the whole world. The U.S. has two causes as far as I can see the Jews and the Irish. Both are a bunch of selfish fuckwits with a persecution complex. Both are money grabbing but the Irish have the differentiator of being alcoholic pikeys who make their money by building road whilst the Jews are better at building walls.
I absolutely detest any lionisation of a romantic Ireland that quite honestly doesn't exist. The Irish are a bloated bunch of uncultured pisshead estate agents trying to turn Ireland into a gigantic mass of concrete. If James Joyce were in Dublin today he would not recognise it as the Irish try, in a distinctly pikey manner, to instil a class system and copy the Yuppie habits of their more successful, talented neighbours the Welsh.
on some deleted poem
25 Jul 2006, 4:03 AM
From the title I thought this was some bizarre poem about Beastiality . Unfortunately it wasn't. As a result I have lowered my vote from 10 to 0.
on I don't usually write erotica and this is no exception by Edna Sweetlove
25 Jul 2006, 4:04 AM
Love that lovejam refrence.
on 08:12AM Hiroshima by Caducus
27 Jul 2006, 6:06 AM
I much, much, much prefer the work of Orchestral Manouveres in the Dark.
on Life Goes On by Edna Sweetlove
27 Jul 2006, 6:10 AM
Nice end the rest is awful. The imagery of some early Edwardian poet. Like the poetry of Siegfried Sassoon before he went to war.
on 1a. Awaken by A db C
14 Aug 2006, 5:22 AM
I thinik it's excellent. Sorry excremenet.
on I Got the Romanian Flea-Bitten Blues by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.
14 Aug 2006, 4:08 AM
You sir are a fraud, 'pon my word there's no doubt of it, indeed there's not.