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A POEM BY DANNY REAKES
What is justice?
It's like the sea I think,
So alive!
Brut aquatonic.
Small spaces,
Big hands,
Girl,
Girl,
Girl.
I'm a secret puker.
#19 July 2005
What is justice?
It's like the sea I think,
So alive!
Brut aquatonic.
Small spaces,
Big hands,
Girl,
Girl,
Girl.
I'm a secret puker.
#19 July 2005
Comments...
they had it coming
Posted by: Marco Polo | 1:32pm 19 July 2005
"I'm a secret puker"
No you aren't.
Posted by: dan | 3:02pm 19 July 2005
Me and Tim,
A hunting went,
Spied three maidens in their tent.
They were three,
And us but two,
So I bucked one,
And Timbuctou
Posted by: Tim Bucks | 2:20am 20 July 2005
Never got why justice is supposed to be blind. Surely using as many senses as possible - not just a pair of scales- would be rather useful?
Posted by: | 10:59am 20 July 2005
Baxxard! Your poem has stirred long forgotten emotions in me- adverts of the early nineties, and many years of closet puking (hint: remove shoes first so as not to cause offence). So confused. Feel compulsion to don stripey pyjamas and sneak around my house singing 'Im a secret lemonade puker- R Whites R WHites'. Who is R White anyway?
Posted by: | 11:04am 20 July 2005