I assume nothing.

Again, this is not going to win any prizes out side your front door, but if my father had put this in my lunch box and signed it, I would have the luxury of possessing the best poem ever written.

A point well made. A poem well drawn. It's shit but you meant it so. 10 upon 10 upon 10 upon 10. I think I love you.

If you could hike around the mountain of pretension and swim throught the sea of obvious tongue-in-cheekness, I might believe it wasn't you swarming around the bee-hive of illusion. 0

God maybe you could be a poet. They are after all the true statesmen. I'm beginning to think actions speak more poetry then words. Especially in your kind case.

I don't believe that. It's just this country is so homophobic, and I want to get a feel for how things are in your neck of the woods. I think of Scot's as these great Bruts with big hands a la Sean Connery, so my mind draws conclusions that you as a nation, (that sounds funny doesn't it) might be a little uncomfortable with it. Kilts aside.

In fact, may I put this in my son's lunch box? His first day at a new school is Sept.7th. It would mean alot.

You have Mormon's in Scotland?! See, I'd never get this kind of education elsewhere!

It's a joke lost in the sadness of truth. I'm so isolated here in America. The Propaganda is rampant, and I, being me, am lost in my own world, so I look towards thoughtful ass-kissers* such as you to set things right. You have been chivalrous to say the least, and remind me of what I ought to be. *See Vitriol; Dark Angel.

Sorry this tit has dried up for you now you runt. Suck up to your own ass.

I remember the first time I heard Queen. On the radio. His voice clear as any bell. I have my L.P.'s but nothing to play them on.

Painfully obvious? Oh no! As for Futbol, which I was born to love and appreciate. It's the only thing my people have left, and even that's questionable.(See Argentina, World Cup 2002) it has the true poetry of every physical endeavor. I wish I could see you play. As for your practising writing as well as your touches, it is precisely because your loved-ones rely on you for their rituals and scholastics that you might want to pay a little more attention to this talent of yours. Their world will be bettered, because they read something beautiful you wrote. That has far more meaning then anything they might read from a book. It would belong them.

No, no, no not brilliant but beautiful. Just as you need them to be. Mr. Mercury? I'm embarrassed to say I haven't a clue. I was suppose to go see the Los Angeles Galaxy tonight but I'm nursing a fever and sniffles. The Rose Bowl is situated in a canyon and it's cold at night, regardless of what the day time temp.

Oh! I thought you spoke of a futbol Mr. Mercury. As far as the poem goes I am learning as you have taught. This is far from good, but the sentiment is genuine. I'm curious, in a professional way, hows the state of homo-phobia in Scotland? My un-informed guess would be that you'd feel reluctant to praise Mr. Mercury.

Again it seems like you're not finishing what you've begun. The subject is missing. Take the shot, quit dribbling the ball. CSN makes me think of Crosby, Stills & Nash. Are those your initals?

Anagram, good Anagram, Sweet dreams dear man. Kiss the boys. You're all they've got.

I been seeing more and more good poetry on poemranker today. This is one of them. I it do better not to mention Love. Your talk of lightening alone is poetry enough.

Maybe you should try editing and posting your own remarks.

Pfff. what do you mean?

God I love this. It's like 20 Vikings at the table and there's only one chicken to be had. As for you and me Anagram we'll keep warm in the barn and find some quail to roast.