A vicious outpouring of well-earned spite,
Of spite deserved, I put in all my poetry,
It's in this poem too, which is a load of shite,
Useless talentless shite, pumped out by me,
Pumped out for fun, for why should I care,
Care about anything, or for any mortal soul?
No mortal soul can know how much hate my heart can bear
My hateful heart is full of hate for mankind's role;
Mankind has full earned my scornful gaze
Such a a cruel gaze burning in the darkest night;
Night after night, following upon cruellest days
Cruel days shall earn my cold outpour of spite.
A contest entry
- Write a Wreath by ea.
360 points, ended March 20, 2007, 10 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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excellent
Your parody of Herbert's poem is wonderful, and a great pouring of vitriol which must do you good. Congratulations on your HM, well deserved.
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Should have won gold.
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Great wreath, full of slick humor and images. Good luck in the contest!
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excellent
I'm sure there's a lot of gentleness hidden underneath all this spite ...
(how do I know, I don't even know what "spite" means ... ah, silly foreigner ...)
cheers !
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Parody, indeed! And yet still a wreath of a wreath of a wreath, you've got the form down, oh, yes, lol...what a wreath of outpouring, er, spite and such a hard heart to be founnd, Oh, Oh my Oh my...
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Okay, I'm laughing my buttocks off even more on this one. Maybe it's the butter churn coloring that does it.
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