After the numerous offers to see some androgynous female or another naked, I began to think that maybe myspace has lost a bit of the repute that it once had. So I decided to post my ideals here at blogger.com. But why blogger.com? It seems that it is the world virtual capital of bad poetry.
Bad poetry, you see, is the mark of creativity. Anybody can write reasonable to good poetry, but you have to dig deep within the shadowed recesses of your tortured teenage soul to write bad poetry. And if those creative people are here that I must come to break it up. Myspace started falling after I joined, facebook became a giant mob war/pillow fight recruiting ring soon after I discovered it, maybe I can crush this networking site also. So beware blogger.com. You just let the most dangerous person on the internet onto your site.
And so I leave you with my ticket to blogger.com: My own bad poetry.
Potatoes can be found in an arbitrary nature
but only when affected by the proper nomenclature
to be the one you think you ought
when afflicted by a gangster
recall the judgement as it stands was just
when it came by judicator .
oopsee remove the the space between judicator and . ... or die.