I've read a few of your works tonight, there is little about you that is special and your work is spoilt by your misplaced ego. You're no better than anyone else, infact, you're no better than average, i've counted over 10 mistakes in three poems. Terrible form for someone so critical of others.
Not as funny as some of your others, though I did like "White as god and hollow as the O in his name." There are always a few lines of brilliance in your stuff. This is also the first poem I've read by you that had continuity. =P
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