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Fuck....
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 2:49 pm
by muddy
What a lousy piece of shit... Why I say ... I just say Why....
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 4:57 pm
by lizzytysh
Was this poem, destined for greatness, written by someone who can be named, Muddy?
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 5:40 pm
by muddy
no, Liz, I was complaining about that jerk who put advertisments all along this section.
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 5:42 pm
by lizzytysh
Ahhhh.......okay. Jarkko does a very good job of getting those eliminated, as soon as he's able. YES! They are aggravating!
~ Lizzy
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 6:07 pm
by muddy
Now it could be a poem....
.......................................................
What
a lousy
piece of shit
Why? - I say-
I just say
why.
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 6:28 pm
by lizzytysh
There ya go ~
and now it just needs to be submitted in the Member's Poetry Section

.
~ Lizzy
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 6:37 pm
by muddy
hahahaha!!!
we were discussing Bukowski, weren't we? It could one of his poems...
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 7:38 pm
by lizzytysh
we were discussing Bukowski, weren't we? It could one of his poems...
... and that was what was in my mind when I originally asked... somehow it didn't get included in my rushing to answer and get back to work... and, no, I'm not making that up

. It's the reason why I thought it had to be someone's poem, most likely his, as though you posted it
knowing people would know its source. Alas, alack, I Submitted without remembering to include that.
~ Lizzy
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:27 pm
by muddy
well, I'm going to post another swearing poem because the jerk is back...
...................................................................
Hey
You
Jerk
Get
Out
Of
Here.
understood?
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:30 pm
by muddy
I'm glad Jarkko is doing its job....Go, Jarkko!
Posted: Thu Feb 16, 2006 8:32 pm
by lizzytysh
I concur with your frustration and with Jarkko's excellence!
Posted: Tue Feb 28, 2006 6:55 pm
by Byron
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
April ? 1971. Philip Larkin. (1922 - 1985)
I sometimes wish my parents hadn't had any kids.............