by oxalis
so we met at this place- never start like this!
it was kinda dirty
with bugs
so we went back to her place
a hotel room
me and Mitch and her- grammer and punctuation.
he has this HARD-ON all afternoon- he had a hard-on
she had this real awesome- he, she, he, she. Too much!
glass thing that looked like my cock
hahahahahh -not poetry.
no it looked like Mitch's cock
hahahhahaah- not poetry.
movement to slumber
fancy lettering
sometimes I think that if my
cock and posterior was not so
purfect I would not get any pussy
at all never- grammer.
Mitch has big bugger lips- huh?
like Mick Jagger wagger
hahahahhahah- not poetry.
then the glass thing comes out
it is like a part of a meter
in length
she does it whole
and Mitch is in the bathroom
having one of those movements- huh?
so I move closer
she is divine like a church- better than a church please.
on Sunday or Wednesday
does not taste like chicken either.-it wasn't even funny.
Okay, I can't help.
I wouldn't even call this poetry. It was rather something one of my kids would write being a teenager "thinking" they were funny. But this was tasteless!
Sorry, I give some brutal honesty at times. Let's see some real work. I question your age by reading this work, I really do.
between constructive comments and destructive comments, and what you just did here was to belittle and attack a person's work without thought and indeed, with much malice.
"I wouldn't even call this poetry. It was rather something one of my kids would write being a teenager "thinking" they were funny. But this was tasteless!
Sorry, I give some brutal honesty at times. Let's see some real work. I question your age by reading this work, I really do."
You might call this brutal honesty, but honey... you were just being mean and malicious, and as far as I could see, you were thoroughly enjoying it. His poem might have been tasteless to you, but it was your comment that was really in poor taste.
And oh... by the way? You misspelt 'grammar'. ;)
I love the hell out of this poem.
Fuck be to 'em, if they can't take a joke.
~D.A.
your word choices made me laugh out loud. for some odd reason, your voice made me think of being in the french quarter and listening to a busker with a trumpet bleating joyfully just for the hell of it.
I truly feel sorry for these idiots that have no comception of stream of consciousness expression.
Why do they read poetry if they cannot understand it?
This is a very good, well written poem!