I must agree witht he general consensus - you do write very well while you're drunk. Sometimes the added bonus of alcohol can loosen the tongue and open the mind. This poem is wonderfully brazen!

The vacant fleshy populace are nothing more then frightened sheep following nose to ass with their fellows hoping no one will see their individuality or that they will step to far out of line. For when the wolves come it is the lone sheep that gets eaten first.

Just for the record, I hate you all.

Phoenix I never thought that I of all people would say this but you've got some serious issues, fella. Nothing a heavy dose of thorazine wouldn't cure. Or some electroshock therapy. But in a way I hope you never become normalized because then you might not write as well.

I too hate you, Chaz Nasty. I think you're lower down on the scale of desirability than an earwig's balls.

YES! YES! YES! You need to write drunk more! Oh man this poem kicks ass! This is my new favorite poem of all time! Man I am laughing and bouncing in my seat right now and I can't wait to call Steve and make him get online and look at this. YOU ARE GREAT!

Chaz Nasty I hate you with every molecule in my body. CHOKE IT DOWN, DIPSHIT!