You want to know the real me
Regardless of what you might think, I am extremely talented. One area is literaure. I thought of this lame brain fight you want to pick with me and decided to write a new poem on my blog.
www.myspace.com/prophecyacquiesce
You can also see it here : http://www.bookandreader.com/forums/showthread.php?t=14860
I can be cruel, mean, nasty and inhumane, but I can also show an artistic, lighter side as well as I would think you can read into by reading the poem. If not, well, that's your problem.
You know, I can answer your question without even having to read your post.
Let see.......... Do I want to know the real you? Gee...... That's a poser. [not ]
Hmmmmmmm.
Let me think.
(Why no, I'm not mocking you at all!)
Aha! An Epiphany!
(Really, why would I mock you? You're always so sincere.)
Nope!
I've already seen enough of you to make a horse vomit -- but thanks anyway.
If you really had any balls, you publish your poem out here ~ like I did one of mine. Then again, I've got balls.
Big 'uns.
Oops, Mama always said not to brag.
Good thing I don't live with Mama any more. But that's just me.....
MinPin
I'm quaking in my boots.
X,
I read your poetry. I've got a stupid question for you. If you hate whites as much as you say you do, why do you have a pic of a white man as the background for your myspace page? Just thought I'd ask.
I'm not "into" modern prose, so I prefer poems that rhyme, but it wasn't bad. Thanks for sharing it.
I prefer poems that rhyme also. I thought that was kind of strange; I am glad you feel the same way.
All my lousy poetry starts the same way which is "Roses are red; violets are blue..." The last part changes according to my mood and whatever pops into my head.
The only real writing ability I have is technical although I am not and never have been a technical writer.
When I worked at Pratt and Whitney before the June 1993 layoff, after almost eleven years of service, I was asked by my supervisor to put a manual together all about my job. We were using Wang Word Processors in those days and I was not terribly busy most of the time. Whenever I had free time, I worked on that manual and finally, after about six months, it was all finished. I punched three holes in all the printed pages and put them in one of those shiny white binders. I still have it, and I am very proud of this creation. Every once in a while, I look at it. I did a fantastic job and included everything about my job!
My supervisor, Lou Goodwin, was brilliant. He knew that I had a lot of time on my hands so he gave me something to do which would keep me busy and out of trouble and this was it. They were already starting to downsize and shuffle people around and conduct layoffs. He did not want any of his people looking like they were loafing or wasting time!
They do not make bosses like this former supervisor of mine now! He was way ahead of his time!
Bunzo
My daughter, on the other hand, prefers "poetry" that doesn't rhyme or flow or even make sense. Like:
Sudden bright light; loud noise; startled; jumped out of skin... just another summer storm.
I don't know. It must be old age or something. I just don't look at that as being poetry. We must have a different definition of the word.
Hugh Jackman is only one of a select few people I actually white, I mean like.
There's also Hugh Laurie ( HOUSE M.D. ), Bryan Singer, Ian McKellen, Patrick Stewart, Terry " Hulk " Hogan, The Ultimate Warrior who's poster I had on my college dormitory wall ( http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Ultimate_Warrior )
And a whole host of famous people and actors, Donald Trump, and the list goes on and on, and on.
Ordinary white people, like you and others on this and other websites don't appeal to me becasue of your ( what I characterize as ) lame and incorrect assumptions, presumptions as well as the fact that you're not all that receptive to where I'm with the things that I say.