Hear that POETS!? It takes a resume... Does anyone else, besides me, think this daft is a boring asshole? here here. I make a motion to have P&K's poetry license revoked on grounds of unimaginative elitist posh chirpings. here. here.
but...it's entertaining when you guys slap each other around.
i suppose a kiss and make up is out of the question this time? yeah, i guess so. oh well. leave a heartbeat, just for me, okay?>
I take it that you did not read about the eighteen year old young man in Kansas who was jettisoned 40 feet from his vehicle up into the telephone lines. Where he hung for twenty minutes until he was rescued?
sorry, i stopped watching the news the day after 9/11...that was the day the media finally pissed me off so much that i told them i hate them and fled off to california with my hippy lover leaving them to wonder what they ever did wrong.
having said that...yeah, makes a lot more sense now
I wouldn't know the difference between football from basketball if you paid me in chirpes. i know that the tall overpaid black ones play basketball. named after throwing a ball into a basket apparently? boring and pathetic really, but that's just my opinion.
Actually, you're right 'we' could be like wayne and garth, but you could have an organ and be in a wheel chair, and i could be really beatiful and smart and sing with a real chiseled hairstyle and well projected charisma and i could push you around and you could verbaly abuse me and such. While we laughed at jocks from our sauna and made the butler do math problems that he could never solve as and inside joke. We could give away kale and signed shoehornes..
Just for you i'll stay forever dick head, know why? because i can write better then you all day long one handed left handed no handed any which way every day. That's a fact. You want to challenge that? Throw down your best i'll through down mine. Whoops! i have over two hundred finely crafted poems here take your pick, regardless you will find yourself considerably outmatched. Oh... also I rock harder then you just visit my website and take your medicine like a good little toy rocker, exactly. Reap it. Hurts huh? tsk. Is there none who can fell Grendal? Where is my match? Boring.
Maybe you should read a newspaper every once in a while, or the comments under the poem stupid? Thanks! I'm sure he will keep writing being that he is a writer.
It's not about a football team tadpole. Surprise. Maybe you should read the comments to this poem to find out what it's about beore you make yourself look even more horribly retarded then you are already. That's the real motherfucker about great irony. It's just motherfucking great. Surprise! You don't read the news paper do you. Just another uninformed trogyldite going. Duh. So... Duh. Yep, them video games sure are working... keep up the good work. I'll feel safe knowing you'll have kids one day, and they won't read much either, and then ten generations from now we'll all be anorexic book burning cavemen again. Read Ray Bradbury, think less.
the chiefs sucked so bad that they inspired you to write a poem about it? that's pretty bad, you pansy-ass-haiku lovin-kansas city chiefs hatin chump. i'll give you a 1 for writing your name.
alright, I like the first stanza, but after that it gets kind of confusing and abstract, I'm not sure what you're trying to say-- the trick about haiku is to be both concise and accurate. Good start though.
If I had a stepladder I would climb and climb until I could not see this poem anymore, written on a condom package smuggled into Tijuana to rest on my wife's bosom for days and days while her body fessed up to her life.
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just got back online. my modem exploded.
i suppose a kiss and make up is out of the question this time? yeah, i guess so. oh well. leave a heartbeat, just for me, okay?>
having said that...yeah, makes a lot more sense now
up and down like a dirty tube-sock
Then aliens came
into his has and his brain
Mind if i smoke your cocaine?
Thank you. he he koo chewie chee.
Damn that boy can throw a frisbee.
toy rocker's still rocking his toy
as he has since he was a small boy
it never gets sore
but demands ever more
until rocker must both hands deploy
horus descends and preys like a hawk
on po-ems he thinks are a crock
is this god of birds
a master of words?
or just some guy wacking his cock!
bawaahahahahahahahaha
the Regurgitationist tackles Masturbatory Poetics
second - 4.5
average- 6.
second - left before the contest.
third haiku- ate the other two
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