We may indeed come from very differnet worlds although i fail to see how. Inability to pay your debts is most certainly what its about whether from a lack financal or moral ability - I'm alright Jack keep yer hands of my stack. Yes my expectations are dashed not infrequently, thank you for the concern. What world do you come from?

i got crabs, from a girl down the local discobar, i went back for a refund but her 'brothers' were there and i had to pay extra. I don't do any of this fucking Loling but i appreciate your wordes nontheless.

Yes i doubt that this type of peom will ever cease to be created and posted on this site. Daily.

your after a coveted spot in the worst poem list, i know it. However you will have to try harder, much harder than this.

Your inability to pay debt marks you as one of the great unwashed. As for spuring me my dear you have never and will never be fortunate enough to gain such an opportunity. Although you right about the immediacy thing even when i try hard not to. It was my anticipated glee that was so cruelly spurned.Have a good day at the office Hugs and kisses Doylum

au contraire my dear they at least do not have to deal with you with such immediacy. The dissapointment of the gready coperation is nought compaired to the spurned lustings of a ranker. To them you are nothing but a statistic (one of a million filthy scabs) on the yearly balance sheet. To me your your place amongst the great unwahed disheartens to the core

Utterly shocking, you could have been so crude, and yet its all so mundane, how dissapointing.

if ye can't be arsed to press return, i can't be arsed to read it.

well mine host, with these you are really spoiling us.

This is an very personal poem, about my utter disgust at schools and their inability to give good blowjobbery lessons. Don't use yer teeth, don't try to rip it of with yer hand, and don;t gag on it. Simple really. It hurts me that you don't like it, it was a painful poem to write, as unpleasant as the lass who inspired it.

Its like leaving the wine in the bottle for another night. But its such a young vintage, to drink it now would only be to spoil.
Fare-thy-well my child for i shall returne

I fed my cat raw liver this moring. Later, in the heat of the day, i went walking in the wonderous sunshine only to find a swam of flies around an amorphous blob. The flies appeared to be communing with nature, their buzzing created an intensity i had rarely known. All because my cat can't stomach raw liver. My cat, even on an off day like today, is more creative than you.

This has merit, much as yesterdays newspaper. (when one has run out of course!)

do try to stop peeing on me you wouldn't want to fry your cock in an electronic blaze, or are you going through a phaze, like all young pups do, being infatuated by poo, and all things that are bodily excreted, and all could have been saved if only you'd remained seated, at the desk at the desk where you write, and had not set your sights, on peeing on me. It will OH yes it will end in tears.

Whoreus my dear i offer kindly birthday words of advise, and i get nothing but poison, POISON in return. Well my feathered friend, i do not wish to beak up the party, have a super day, don't listen to the john, jim, mick, sam, phil, or anyother lover of horses, or should that be horuses.

lovelyt

supern

AN poem of great smithery, you have tamed the words well. But how does Joe know the Pope? is he polish or simply a kabanos lover?

Just a few problems with this one. However nothing a Doylum materclass will not sort out. I would suggest changing one aspect of it. When i write i try to get into a certain frame of mind to really set the scene, almost like an actor trying to "be" his part. I let feeling wash over me sensations.. sorry getting carried away, back to the aspect i would change - the words

Why sebaceous? Let me englighten you. Bachus is a cake retentive lad, his keyboard is awash with pastry, his monitor drips with lard, whilst looking at his oily taxan all he could think of was fat lovely fat.