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So this is it?
Your poetry is like a teenage hand
wrapped around its teenage cock,
led by a teenage mind.
I am not trying right now,
just so you know.
The sun has shone through the day,
the beers have gone down easy.
I still have hours to play with.
In the meantime you fuck yourself
with bad poetry that wettens the lips
of young elflings.
Tired and confused
as the top-right-handside cross
glows red,
I go somewhere else,
Smiling at the the sense of it all.
When I say sense,
I mean
sew your mouth together
break your own fingers
and find a dark corner,
but I wanted to say
something nice for once.
wrapped around its teenage cock,
led by a teenage mind.
I am not trying right now,
just so you know.
The sun has shone through the day,
the beers have gone down easy.
I still have hours to play with.
In the meantime you fuck yourself
with bad poetry that wettens the lips
of young elflings.
Tired and confused
as the top-right-handside cross
glows red,
I go somewhere else,
Smiling at the the sense of it all.
When I say sense,
I mean
sew your mouth together
break your own fingers
and find a dark corner,
but I wanted to say
something nice for once.
Published 31st Mar 2011
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Anonymous
1st Apr 2011 3:51am
The funny thing is I'm sure I've read that first couplet almost verbatim (minus the correct spelling and grammar) in one of holdit's poems. Of course you then ruin it by using unique imagery and serious insight, creating an intelligent poem which seems at once dashed off and painstakingly worked out, another sojourn into the conscious of a disaffected everyman with the talent to express just how disaffected he is.
If only you'd stuck with holdit's template, given the people what they want: a slack jawed, illiterate dog turd written by a sexual Quasimodo.
Ah well, a man can dream, CruelHandedWriter, a man can dream...
If only you'd stuck with holdit's template, given the people what they want: a slack jawed, illiterate dog turd written by a sexual Quasimodo.
Ah well, a man can dream, CruelHandedWriter, a man can dream...
1st Apr 2011 11:13pm
150 something views and only one comment is it out of fear or misconseption. Or both
