Look, I can see where you're coming from. However, you have to take into account the fact that people can change. If nothing else, Kerry King has sprouted a most venerable beard in the years since the terrible travesties of which you speak, and I think this should be held in his favour. And that is to say nothing of his stately beer-belly.

In some ways I agree; Of course, the members of the orchestral group, Slayer, should never have allowed the young men in question to make unbecoming comments in the vicinity of their roving omnibus. Nonetheless, surely they must still be allowed the rein to express themselves? Are we to ban all art because of this indiscretion? Of course not; freedom to express one's self is paramount in a forward thinking society.

I disparove of the police as well, especially the way they try to prevent crimes. But then that's just one of things you have to try to live with. Life's like that, you know?

I once knew a person who used to make rubbish .ST3 files on his computer. One of his "tewns" was called "Bored," and then one night he made a remix of it called "Bored 3am." I don't really know why. Anyway, I though this might be of interest to you.

I assume this is the BBC World Service? Do you live in Botswana or something?

There seem to be a dispropotionate number of poems about bees on this site. I can't complain, I am guilty of it myself. See "Deceit."

Hey, I know we've had our disagreements in the past, but I really liked this poem.

I know how you feel, I am always jet-setting around the globe: Huddersfiled, Slough, Tunbrige Wells... Boy, it never ends.

I think Itallian is such a beautiful language.

Is it true that you are Rockmage's dad? I really liked his sculptures.

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I like the way you don't put a full-stop at the end, to leave ending open.

I guess we all need a special place like that!!!

You play the guitar? You must be very creative.

The other day I was just beginning this dream where me and the mebers of ZZ Top were in a train carriage, and we were on our way to solve a mystery of some sort. Then, just as I was thinking this was shaping up to be a really fantastic dream, my alarm went off. I tried to go back to sleep in order to complete the dream, but it didn't work.

Hey, I know I joke around a bit, but I've decided to try and write a serious poem for once. I'm quite pleased with the result. I hope you will enjoy it too.

This poem was so sombre and chilling that I almost committed suicided. It's not really your fault; I just get like that sometimes (especially when I have been listening to my Type-O-Negative CDs). Anyway, Then I read the last line and it cheered me up no end.

Your life must be a living hell. Thank you for sharing that with us through your poetry. -10-

Hopefully the person/persons you wrote this about will be casually browsing through poemranker, and when they read it they will realise just how wrong their lifestyle has been all these years. Then maybe, just maybe, they will change their ways for good, possibly to those more accurately mirroring your own.

I really hate it when you get a shopping trolley with a broken wheel!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

God would never swear you idiot.

Britain is the Greece to America's Rome.

How many times are you going to re-write this poem? You don't even keep the comments (the number of comments being the true measure of an excellent poem).

Have you ever played "Monkey Island 2"? Captain Dread is the epitomy of all things Jamaican. "You can't go there, that's the forbidden dodecahedron", etc.

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