FreeWrights Peer Review™

for cam 4 cam, for fascist cam
for sam i am, no
andrew, mam. and surely,
am i of some repute that
to bracket me in brackets
is most unfair and such
large ears you have, oh sir

that a transvestite soul
may wish to put you on its
dish, and make of you...well
like the river to the fish
or the penguin to the, ummm,
egg or the rhyme to its
sense of time.

but cam, oh cam my man
ban me like a banner
for surely (andrew) will
get his revenge and kill
you like a killer
and then perchance eat
your liver.

and if you swivelled like a stool
then truly are you are fool.

and for writing this poem, well,
i deserve to be dropped like soap.

Um...okay.

i left my talent in my jeans when i put them in the machine.

andrew. wrote:i left my talent in my jeans when i put them in the machine.

What about your sanity?

it grows when i rub it..no, that doesn't sound right. tuna melt sparkle fish?

yellow ant highway monster?