I probably do not understand this either, But your imagery is excellent.

I honestly can't vote on this. Morning to you to. I have to laugh. You certainly don't mince words here. I am more of a noon or early afternoon person. I change my mind.
This one word is great. It blanks my mind. It makes me hesitate.. It allows no room or not much room for misunderstanding. Yet I am positive I have not got it correct. Have a ten for the guts to do it!

Your humor is refreshing.
I especially like....
Allah, Jehovah, Buddah,
and Satan are cracking up-

and damn eachother--- Are you running these words together on purpose by way of saying the are completely tangled up ( The Religious Folk, that is) or did you just forget to allow a space?

OOPS!
and damn eachother--- Are you running these words together on purpose by way of saying the are completely tangled up ( The Religious Folk, that is) or did you just forget to allow a space?

saying the are (I ment to say they instead of the.)

OOOPS Again!
(I ment to say they instead of the.)
I meant meant, not ment.
Gosh all Golly Jee Whis, how silly I am!

I get the flavor of prostitution here. A little button in my brain going on and off. Not attempting to insult. Rather the reverse. I still see a pay for play.

Best musical since I joined.

This is the best rendition or the bloody practice I have ever read. I have to keep pulling my fingers away from the keyboard as the images blast though my hands. Ouch.
Delightful irony.

You make me feel so lucky to have a long lasting relationship, ever how bumby the ride may be at times.

This jerked a tear and then a laugh.

No habla espanyol. No speaka da spanish. Or is this Itialian? Or Porugeese. I have to venture a gues that this is good. The other two I looked at certainly were. Sadly I must give it an 8. And this is only because I do not do translation.

I like things that make me laugh morbidly. Black humor is a good release. I once saw a sidewalk with a brain splattered on it. Let em try to fix that!

Yes, them lusty old goats seem to be able to kill all pleasure. Very irreverent.

I see only one person here. Are you fondling yourself?
Ah Love! Ah Desire! I looked again and tried to see another. Some how a ghost appeared. Are you really fondling yourself? Not trying to mean, just curious.

"I an't smart enough for this one," I croak under my stump.

I very much liked the last line. I do not know how to be nice about this. I am some what bothered. Reflections I get are that this is just one bitch of a sad world. No one likes anyone, except in memories of fondly inflicted wounds. Stab and grind and punch. Mayhaps you'll find a new Love by lunch?

I am not a religeous person. Quite rather the opposite. I have never considered a nun as a person. This made me do so. The poem is simply put, but so is the subject it describes.

I laughted all the way through this. Great Job!

I read the parody of this before I read the sourse. I do not mean to be mean, but I very much like the parody better. I get a flavor (not from you, I still have not been here long) that here is a lot of incest going on here at PoemRanker. There's a whole lot of screwing going on. Since you are able to inspire so much flattery. I give you a ten.

Beginnig with the first sentence my skin began to crawl. Reading on, hairs stood on my arms. My hands began to sweat... And that was just the first paragraph. My body temperature seems to have dropped a few degrees and I was shivering by the end. My jaw is clenched and my forhead tingles in a most unpleasant way.