Merrick
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Thu Oct-11-07 01:34 PM
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Enter your most wretched poetry here. Winner gets the lock of Jim Morrison's armpit hair that's been serving as a bookmark between the first and second page of my copy of Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass" for the last 12 years. 2nd place wins a copy of Walt Whitman's "Leaves of Grass".
My entry:
"The Game"
Lives float by in the wind like plastic bags, I reach up and catch one, then release it again. The game is called love and we are all players, Some win, some lose, and some don't play at all. "Is it cheating to use a net?" You whisper. "No, but it is quality, not quantity," I reply. One man's trash is another's treasure, Freedom is only illusion! We are all lost...
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Sugar Smack
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Thu Oct-11-07 01:40 PM
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1. Trembling like an aspen leaf... |
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Chained to the rails...
The rails on a speeding train..
Wearing black
And stirring coffee
Weeping...
Slowly...
In the rain...
:P :scared:
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Thu Oct-11-07 01:44 PM
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sitting, drinking, bar asked girl, care for a spritzer? whipped out my douche bag
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Merrick
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Thu Oct-11-07 01:54 PM
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A forest of souls The weeping willow mourns mine Lost, gone forever
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Thu Oct-11-07 01:48 PM
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Oh freddled gruntbuggly, Thy micturations are to me As plurdled gabbleblotchits On a lurgid bee. Groop, I implore thee, my foonting turlingdromes And hooptiously drangle me With crinkly bindlewurdles, Or I will rend thee in the gobberwarts with my blurglecruncheon, See if I don't!
Oh blobit of dribble Oozing from the upturned corner of my mouth You look to me, Like you should be, The thing that dropeth from the cloud A tiny bit of thee is stuck upon my lip A little more is stuck up my nose Some has adhered to my hip My eyes are open and glassy My snot is thick and green And from my ears, Something obscene appears, And I think it might be me.
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Merrick
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Thu Oct-11-07 01:57 PM
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6. Any poem with the word "micturate" in it is good |
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Sounds like something Harry Potter's gloopy alter ego would come up with.
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Thu Oct-11-07 03:56 PM
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7. Nope--it's the damn Vogons! |
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Lady Freedom
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Thu Oct-11-07 01:50 PM
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4. There once was a fly named fred |
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Who bugged me in bed He made me see red So I squashed his little head!!!:evilgrin:
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Thu Oct-11-07 04:16 PM
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So much I want pie to throw and mash in your face and give to a dog and wash my feet with as feathers fall from grasshoppers Viva la sushi
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Merrick
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Thu Oct-11-07 06:48 PM
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11. "A Heart Laid Barren" |
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"A Heart Laid Barren"
Cold as the coldest ice, dark as the blackest night, My heart beats but is empty, hollow as a dead tree. The clouds turn gray in my sky, the rainbows fade, Snow falls, but my world's children do not make snowmen. They are too sad about my lost soul.
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