poemranker ::The Embrowning by -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I.

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Free verse № 1844

The Embrowning

Member since 2002 · Posted 13 May 2002 · Edited 24 Jun 2002 · 9 comments

A close circle of friends All of them dwarves? Stood about the shamed one. "Come hither, child" An order from the high priest. "Kneel before me" The bag was brought forward The brown bag It spoke of soilings passed Towels at the ready, the ritual was performed.

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9 comments

[6] anonymous 13-May-02/12:56 PM Reply
you might be a little obsessed with shit and shitting. but this ode to excrement is rather amusing...
[3] deleted user 5-Aug-02/10:27 AM Reply
once again I walk away from your poem quite confused.....
[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. › deleted user 22-Oct-02/1:58 PM Reply
That's because you have a bum for a head
[0] Amelia 11-Dec-02/11:13 AM Reply
Do you eat shit or something? and did you vote 10 times for yourself that must have taken a lot of work and courage.
[n/a] <~> › Amelia 11-Dec-02/11:21 AM Reply
welcome back amalea. i see return in full style.

by the way, -=Dark_Angel=- does not vote. sorry to disappoint you.
[0] Amelia 11-Dec-02/11:16 AM Reply
Other than you repugnant love for shit ( I think you must talk to
your shit while you poop or something either that or you've eaten shit. Tell me, how did it taste, Like pig meat?) Other than that, this is funny. No really the last line is not sarcastic.
[0] Sasha 12-May-04/3:49 PM Reply
jesus
[n/a] Caducus 8-Nov-05/6:55 AM Reply
bowel moving
[1] deleted user 24-Aug-06/9:40 AM Reply
tits