I was surfing the net and saw an ad saying I can win money if I enter a poem at poetry.com, so I thought up a poem off the top of my head. They thought it was good enough to include it in a book called Eternal Portraits, an audio album called The Sound of Poetry, and it got an Editor's choice award, which only 33 people get. So far I haven't won any money though, and admittedly, I shelled out 25 paper gods just to see my poem in a book. Maybe it'll win money in one of these contests they're running me through, and I'll be a happy schmuck. The poem is called
Contrarywise
Eris holds me in her hand,
While vampires gape at Wonderland,
Heaven or H*** or purgatory,
Says the Devil God with the pyramid story,
In paradox, an anxious solace,
Here in Heaven's Devil's palace.
Thank ya. Thank ya very much.
::dodges a barrage of tomatos::
If angels could read that poem, they would die.
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Thank you, thank you. ::sniffs and wipes away the tears:: Now look. I've gone and blemished myself. If you'll excuse me, I need to repaint my mascera. At least the shirt's already black.
Quote from: Soft-boiled penisThank you, thank you. ::sniffs and wipes away the tears:: Now look. I've gone and blemished myself. If you'll excuse me, I need to repaint my mascera. At least the shirt's already black.
Georgina feels your pain.
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Quote from: The Good Reverend RogerQuote from: Soft-boiled penisThank you, thank you. ::sniffs and wipes away the tears:: Now look. I've gone and blemished myself. If you'll excuse me, I need to repaint my mascera. At least the shirt's already black.
Georgina feels your pain.
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Georgie! Come back to me! We can live in eternal torment! We can make it work!