on Dick Cheney, Man of Tomorrow by bondjedi
7 Aug 2002, 7:52 PM
Surely ingenius. No genus. Sabaceous. Good American fun!
Britney Spears has never looked better! How do you know what she hadn't done yet? If you're brave enough to blow your brains out odds are you've been around drugs and alchohol for a while, and perhaps daddy already stole her little flower, or maybe uncle chester. She was ripe for suicide. Let's ask that fuck face with the t.v show who talks to the dead. Surely he must know. Surely he must.
on A Dream Awakened by impaired
9 Aug 2002, 8:22 PM
Way.Say.Otay.May.Filet.Ray.Bay.LayFray.P
on I never Knew..... by SkateBoardGurl5799
9 Aug 2002, 2:18 PM
Welcome to life. Child. Don't push. Pull. Pull me out. I have drugs and park benches gallore. In fact mother says I can have a slumber party this weekend! Do you have friends. I don't, so bring some, and I will provide you with your weakness. Living life! You can't say no to anything that destroys you. You don't love yourself, but I love you! Yes I love the weak. Yes, I love you! More than you'll ever know. We love you. Your poem lingers like my stink finger. Salutations. Meander on.
on Date Rape Gang Bang by Bachus
9 Aug 2002, 12:16 PM
Sticks and stones are free
Don't hate the poem hate me!
Cuz I love you tramp
Don't hate the poem hate me!
Cuz I love you tramp
on Date Rape Gang Bang by Bachus
9 Aug 2002, 12:19 PM
Cock rings are for kids/I hope you're young and nieve/I might rape you too!
on -=Dark_Angel=- & The Canon Episcopi by Bachus
9 Aug 2002, 12:29 PM
I do not bicker! I power wash patios and drive ways. I am not a man of integrity. I am indeed a hack! So! God Bless America, and good breeding. Why should I make up with someone that I have no conflict with? I now have a conflict with you though. Prepare!
To mention Lumley and lovecraft in the same sentence let alone paragraph should be punishable by death. If I wasn't laughing so fucking hard right now I would take the time to explain why, but I'm not, but I do have your one finger answer right here. See it! Brian Lumley ohhhhh. Hah. Hah. Oh dear me! You are flattering! Hahhhh.
on Date Rape Gang Bang by Bachus
9 Aug 2002, 2:04 PM
He watched her skate board by daily. But mother wont let him go outside and play! We'll have to fix mother later. Let's concentrate on the young one outside for now. While we play with our anaconda. Don't spit at her just yet Mr.snake. We still haven't coaxed her inside yet. We still haven't felt her insides yet. Not yet, but soon. Yes. Soon. Sooner then she thinks. Be right there mother! I must go. Ollie high. Grind far. I'll see you soon. You'll pet my Gar!
on Exquisite Explosion by Venus
9 Aug 2002, 1:14 AM
Exquisitet
on some deleted poem
9 Aug 2002, 10:17 AM
Mom. It only hurts when I read. My iguana 'screw-fly the bold' likes this enough for a ten, but I ran out of beer and the shakes are coming in, so I accidentilly pushed 7. I'm a #2 pencil kinda guy.
on -=Dark_Angel=- & The Canon Episcopi by Bachus
8 Aug 2002, 4:47 PM
No sooner said then done. In the name of love. What more? In the name of love. Where the street's have know name. I still haven't found what I'm looking for. Red hill mining town. Bullet the blue sky! With or without you.
on ????You tell me????? by kootari
8 Aug 2002, 7:00 PM
That cut me deep. Deep. Deeper than the crack in my Momma's black ass!
on untitled 2 by yOum|n
8 Aug 2002, 7:12 PM
I immediately demand to know who gave the 10 and who gave the 3. This poem is not only a fine tuned piece of "art" and deserves to be framed above my fake mobile home fireplace right above my mantelled
collection of choose your own adventure books! But it also forces me to be soooooo introspective. I give it a 0, because here at poemranker good is bad. We are bi-polar and bi-sexual romance novel worshippers! Bow now to this underachieving poetic prose. Bow! Heads down I say!
collection of choose your own adventure books! But it also forces me to be soooooo introspective. I give it a 0, because here at poemranker good is bad. We are bi-polar and bi-sexual romance novel worshippers! Bow now to this underachieving poetic prose. Bow! Heads down I say!
on some deleted poem
7 Aug 2002, 7:46 PM
This right here is some mighty tasty gumbo. I would say more Cobain/Morisson/Koontz. that's right I said Koontz! But I love that fucker read'm up there in the sky when I'm flying across the country selling my tow-bars. Anyway. Liked it god damnit. Good shit Maynard!
on some deleted poem
7 Aug 2002, 12:23 PM
My excuse is a fibralating Doylom somehow found it's way into this world. They brought him in with the lepors and the Kurds. His mother survived the great potatoe famine of 65, and now he can only eat shite poetry with a straw. Keep up the good work gentelmen. Pat eachother both on the back. What the hell leave the car running too next time that you pull into grandma's dark garage. Don't forget to roll down the windows! Inhale because your lives aren't worth spellable solutions!
on Standards by skaskowski
7 Aug 2002, 7:49 PM
This is more of that god damn art shit. But fuck it. It's smarter than goose shit. Good fertilizer. Don't knock good shit unless you try it! God damnit
on Bastard Of The Bastard by Bachus
9 Aug 2002, 1:13 AM
Sleeping with the fishes. Greedy mermaids with smoke in their eyes.p
on Lucky's Day by razorgrin
7 Aug 2002, 3:15 PM
What is this? A Ricki Lee Jones concert. This is a shambles! Hardly at all interesting. In fact regrettably petite both in it's irony, and throw away attitude. Too sebaceous.