Eh tu Brutus
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Eh tu Brutus
Conditions MANDATORY: 1) He apologizes to EVERY member here he has EVER called a RACIST.2) He APOLOGIZES to every woman on her for the OBSCENE WORDS HE HAS DESCRIBED THEM WITH.3) He DELETES EVERY obscene 'poem' he has written since on PH 4) He DOES make an APOLOGY to ME for crashing my votes! Elysabeth going Mad Faslund
She once a good friend
On whom I could depend
Always to my problems
An ear lend
The sweet fragrance
Of her white alabaster body’s scent
She and I
Poetically we reached out
And in a palette of a single color
Called love did blend
But enter the villain Racist Bowen
Who this black and white relationship
Did resent
He sent a message Concerned
Write in your own language
On this issue Mr. Shakir
No argument
So to my fairy tale love
He did cause a dent
She fell for him
This upper starched lip
High Wycombe English gent
Hook line and sinker without
My consent
She turned against
Me like a viper
Poisonous venomously
Ruthless till the end
I tried to reason with her
But her mind going deliriously
Demented I could not prevent
One day she invited me
to the poem hunter forum
With false promises
Peace and love in the tent
Into marriage our poetic relationship to cement
And while I was lavishing praise
On Courtney Kane and Sherrie
She began stabbing me
Blow after blow
Crying out
You crashed my votes
You crashed my votes
In pitched accent
From a great poet to the
Witch of Armageddon
She did descent
While Mr Hogg Mr Carswell Mr Bowen
Clapped hands
Screaming
Good riddance to bad rubbish
Good riddance to bad rubbish
Repent Repent Repent
The Ides of December 8,2007
No chance event
Than came two of her hungry pet dogs
Snarling to torment
Tobias and Jules Madigan
More racist hate to supplement
And began lapping the
Brownish black blood of
The fallen poet
With the Witch of Armageddon’s
Tacit consent
So from one body dying
Two soul’s perhaps five souls
He did re-invent
Love poetry hate racism
Genetically generous
A thought time and tide
Could not hold back
In any event
