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boy girl
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Free verse № 22841
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Yardbird, please explain what your criteria are for a comment to be worthwhile. Personally, my criteria would rule out whining on and on about how you don't know the meaning of a certain acronym, when a web browser and roughly 1.6 seconds worth of effort would give you the answer. As such, you are a filthy cur.
I dont expect you to like peoples poems but treat us all with respect!!!
1. What do you mean, my "so-called territory"? Not only have I never used the word "territory" on this site before now, I have also never said or implied that this site is "mine" in any sense, or said or implied anything about an invasion. Please stop trying to psychoanalyze me on the basis of things you've imagined.
2. I don't "slag everyone else off at every available opportunity". However, I SOMETIMES criticise and/or mock SOME people at SOME of the available opportunities. Your accusation applies better to you than to me.
3. What's all this ranting about opinion? Just calm down. Calm down. Really. You're wading into the middle of the discussion before it's even started. Nobody's said anything about the relative value of people's opinions. Stop using the phrase "so-called" until you learn what it means.
4. I don't criticise for the sake of it. I criticise because a) the objects of criticism are indisputably shit and b) it's funny when the people whose 'work' I criticise fly into a furious rage. Like you.
5. You don't have anyone on your side to back you up (well, except maria). And even if you did, so what? You are under the hideous delusion that there is some epic battle going on between me, and you and your army. There is not. You do not have an army. There is no battle. There is no spoon.
6. Stop talking about "respect". From the countless times I've heard people use this word, to "give someone respect" seems to mean to "not tell them something they might not like to hear". It's not a reasonable request.
Even if we were having a popularity contest, you'd find that by and large you're disliked more than I am. (For some reason, you also care whether you're liked and seem to find talking about poemeranker popularity interesting and important.) You might want to find a new line of argument to pursue.
You evidently have a weak mind, partly due to the inane, juvenile scrawls you insist on polluting this site with, and partly because of the lack of charm, charisma, wit, even personality in your childish retort. Either this is just a facade, in which case you have a great future in comedy, or you really are the pathetic, mindless, bigoted simpleton your 'work' suggests. I'm going with the latter, and I pity you. No, seriously.
How can you be so devoid of irony-detecting ability? How? HOW?????????????? YOU'RE HURTING THE REST OF THE PLANET WITH YOUR CONTINUED BEING.
I hate people with your kind of attitude, you oughtta be locked up you fucking prick! Why don't you write a GOOD poem, i've read some of your crap, shit-4-brains! Leave my bud alone before i get really heavy on you, wanker!
Thats all
Regards
The Eskimo King
A: THEY BOTH COME IN POSH BOXES.
LOLOLOLOLOLOL
p.s for those of you who need to know the real truth behind anothers feelings about your work, go fucking read it to your shrink or your priest, but don't expect to put fucking trash up in front of someone who takes poetry mucho serioso (like me and darkangle and lonedisco29.5, and not get bitch slapped) i hope i make you cry, and your dad and your boyfriend come And beat me up..cuz i'm fucken ready beeatch, and i got a set of tube steak glow in the dark helmets for the lot of you. whose your daddy now? oh nice poem. really 8.