I’ve been known to write forms of poetry from time to time. I don’t claim that they are in any way good, but they exorcise something. So there’s that.

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​A man I know likes cords, He wears them every day, I cannot stand they way they feel, But could never bring myself to say. I wish he’d not make me rub them, As he does so with such glee,…

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My Fat Arse

Ode To My Fat Arse By PRAEst76 (2003) My arse is huge and fat, like an disturbingly swolen cat, who’s abdominal infection, is beyond retraction, and that is the end of that… My arse is mammothly vast, like an ancient…

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Are you there?

Mr Click-Clack followed me home last night. Follows me home every night. Home to my abode where I lock the door, to keep myself safe, from Mr Click-Clack. What does he want this Mr Click-Clack? Why is it that he…

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Solitary Soul

Hello old friend, how are you today? The same I’m guessing, as you were yesterday, and the day before. Is there a limit to what you can take? Every day you are here, doing the same things. Does it not…

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Every day, so much mail I thank you all For your well wishes And the kind offers of those Tiny Teens Sukn Fukn just for me Paris Hilton uncut, Barely legal, and free. And generic viagra; the weekend pill Codine,…

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She shuffles along the same path. Vacant expression on her prematurely wrinkled face. Eyes tightened in a mask of mildly assumed pain. Manually opening and closing the doors between the mutual destinations. Taking time to check that they are sealed….