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Post a poem here and a Snarky, Elitist Poet will comment on it for you.

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I have just the right poem for this thread.


Another Life Lesson
by The_Fool ©


A man stopped me today
In order to show me the way
To correctly wipe my ass.

It was very clear to see
His deep concern for me
When he would not let me pass.

With righteousness and tact
He wished to share with me the facts
Of waste and fecal matter.

His tone was quite direct
His words proper and correct
And laid out on a platter.

“The proper way to pass
Waste and fecal mass
Is with your ass upon a throne.

Grunts and groans don’t really matter,
One should never cause a splatter,
And never, ever talk upon the phone.

That is not the place to read
One should simply fulfill the need
And be quickly upon one’s way.

And don’t forget my son
Until the paperwork is done
One cannot go out to play.

And that is my major gripe
That most don’t know how to wipe
And go through their life consumed by soil.”

He then turned away from me
The better for me to see
His self proclaimed life’s toil.

His pants dropped without a sound
And he squatted down close to the ground
As he put his practice on display.

I’m sorry I have to admit
That I watched him take a shit
So amazed, I could not even turn away.

The air began to smell
As the pile began to swell
As his work he continued to share.

As he reached round to wipe his hole
The culmination of his goal
I suddenly found the need for fresher air.

Going by him very fast
I managed to make it past
This pontiff in repose.

His shout sped me away
But I still could hear him say
“Wait --- I need to close.”

But I had heard all I needed to hear
His phrases so very clear
His demonstration quite to the point.

His words begin to fade
But the smell I could not evade
As my shoe he chose to anoint

With the product of his soul.
Since I chose to ignore his goal
He left me looking for a scraper.

It been made very clear to me
That the only ass this man will see
Is when his finger breaks through the paper.
 
I am a snarky elitist poet and I will comment on this poem.

I don't approve of rhyme unless it is written by a white, English-speaking male who has been dead for at least 200 years.

And I tested this piece and it cannot be sung to the tune of "Yellow Rose of Texas". That's another major flaw right there. However, with some rather major tweaking, it might work to the tune of "Joy to the World." So it's not completely without merit.

I think you should submit. To me. Never mind the poem and publication. Just submit.

bj
 
I am a snarky elitist poet and I will comment on this poem.

I don't approve of rhyme unless it is written by a white, English-speaking male who has been dead for at least 200 years.

And I tested this piece and it cannot be sung to the tune of "Yellow Rose of Texas". That's another major flaw right there. However, with some rather major tweaking, it might work to the tune of "Joy to the World." So it's not completely without merit.

I think you should submit. To me. Never mind the poem and publication. Just submit.

bj



Next time I am there, I will kneel before you...Mebbe.
 
I want a snarky elitist poet to shred this.



Valentine's day at the bar

chalk slide hi top angry boy crop cock
hair spike sweet peg cuff like the raw stock soul
that hunger hard so much it hurts
like seeing a wound not yet healed
like the raw week of hearts
red as they scramble for purchase
 
I want a snarky elitist poet to shred this.



Valentine's day at the bar

chalk slide hi top angry boy crop cock
hair spike sweet peg cuff like the raw stock soul
that hunger hard so much it hurts
like seeing a wound not yet healed
like the raw week of hearts
red as they scramble for purchase
Pop art masturbation and monosyllabic hodge-podge that obfuscates the poetic message...

...or logorrhea smoke-and-mirrors that try to conceal that there is none.

Which it is, I'll let you know when I'm not high, drunk, horny and two day's worth behind on sleep.

In other words, I won't.



Something like that?
 
Pop art masturbation and monosyllabic hodge-podge that obfuscates the poetic message...

...or logorrhea smoke-and-mirrors that try to conceal that there is none.

Which it is, I'll let you know when I'm not high, drunk, horny and two day's worth behind on sleep.

In other words, I won't.



Something like that?

Sweet!

That's exactly what I had in mind.

High, drunk, horny and two days' behind on sleep was about the state I was in when I wrote it. So that's perfect.

bj
 
Pop art masturbation and monosyllabic hodge-podge that obfuscates the poetic message...

...or logorrhea smoke-and-mirrors that try to conceal that there is none.

Which it is, I'll let you know when I'm not high, drunk, horny and two day's worth behind on sleep.

In other words, I won't.



Something like that?

Liar sounds like fun right now.

Crap . That wasn't snarky.

I fail at this. Wait while I berate myself for being inferior and not worthy of the being called snaky or snarky.
 
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Rebus 4 Sassy

...... ME ..
------------------
This thread.
And your Penance
 
You are simply insufficiently elite to recognise the concise brilliance of my work.

Narcissus, umm I mean Homburg, careful...don't tip over into the lake. Wouldn't want you to drown in the dazzling reflection of your brilliance. :D
 
Narcissus, umm I mean Homburg, careful...don't tip over into the lake. Wouldn't want you to drown in the dazzling reflection of your brilliance. :D

I enjoyed your wording there. You do not have to thank me for providing the inspiration. The homage paid is sufficient. This time.
 
I enjoyed your wording there. You do not have to thank me for providing the inspiration. The homage paid is sufficient. This time.

Hmm....'homage'.....'Homburg'. I suppose that word is an ode to you as well.
cuz i just have to have the last word
*snarky, elitist eyebrows*
 
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I enjoyed your wording there. You do not have to thank me for providing the inspiration. The homage paid is sufficient. This time.
I think HC is rubbing off on you...

or off on sassy​
...

nm. I think HC is the true snarky elitist. Even if he doesn't like writing words when he makes his poetry. (this will needs be discussed with Viv and MIS, I think since they've actually read HC's poems.)

Anyway, that rebus truly illustrates how freakin' toppy you are and has absolutely nothing to do with poetry, unless you're ee cummings.
 
I think HC is rubbing off on you...

or off on sassy​
...

nm. I think HC is the true snarky elitist. Even if he doesn't like writing words when he makes his poetry. (this will needs be discussed with Viv and MIS, I think since they've actually read HC's poems.)

Anyway, that rebus truly illustrates how freakin' toppy you are and has absolutely nothing to do with poetry, unless you're ee cummings.
.
....poetry
....is was
.....and a
.....lways
.....will b
.....e in t
.....he ey
.....e of t
..he behold
.er and my e
ye beholds th
at which i con
.sider poetry


-HC, riffing off the ee reference

(He heard it was Open Mic Night. This is rare, as he is usually only about the Performance Art.)
 
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....poetry
....is was
.....and a
.....lways
.....will b
.....e in t
.....he ey
.....e of t
..he behold
.er and my e
ye beholds th
at which i con
.sider poetry


-HC, riffing off the ee reference

(He heard it was Open Mic Night. This is rare, as he is usually only about the Performance Art.)

Is this intended to be in the shape of my late ex-wife? Or is it a bong?
 
Is this intended to be in the shape of my late ex-wife? Or is it a bong?

Rorschack says you fail his test. But then, you're a straight man, so maybe that's okay.

Homburg's Cock knows only two shapes. That one and the feminine counterpart,
the vesica piscis.

Kay, well, he could probably draw a mouth too.

A bong? *giggle* Your subculture's showing, dear. Lemme help you tuck it in... there...

whoops. sorry. Who knew that would be right there in the way? Just show me on the doll where you're allowed to be touched.

bj
 
Your lips do make it homage to Me.

:rose:
Knocked the wind right outta my sails. I was all ready to spar, and here you come with the rose....so not fair. Fine. I'm in demure mode....for now. :)

.
....poetry
....is was
.....and a
.....lways
.....will b
.....e in t
.....he ey
.....e of t
..he behold
.er and my e
ye beholds th
at which i con
.sider poetry


-HC, riffing off the ee reference

(He heard it was Open Mic Night. This is rare, as he is usually only about the Performance Art.)
I'd love to get all snarky about this, but I can't. I just like it. The whole kit and kaboodle. Such a sucker for creativity. Extra points for the shape element.
Damn you!

Is this intended to be in the shape of my late ex-wife? Or is it a bong?

Hmm....puff puff pass paraphernalia. Could be. I was thinkin' somethin' much more phallic...
 
Knocked the wind right outta my sails. I was all ready to spar, and here you come with the rose....so not fair. Fine. I'm in demure mode....for now. :)


I'd love to get all snarky about this, but I can't. I just like it. The whole kit and kaboodle. Such a sucker for creativity. Extra points for the shape element.
Damn you!

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.
 
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