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Michael Pendragon wrote on Fri, 27 March 2020 04:08
Post by Michael Pendragon Post by Zemail@example.com
Robert Burrows wrote on Fri, 06 March 2020 23:18
Post by Robert Burrows
Little swimming machines,
so plugged in
and hungry for precision.
Better than any cocaine.
Intellectual orgasms, intellectual orgasms, intellectual
I want it. I want it
touching all the right places.
I want to be a midget,
I want to be a man,
I want to be bad.....
Inside the machine
I can do anything.
I might not be able to stop.
But there is the poem for you now, Voodoo Boy.....
So now that you've posted the poem
I did not POST he poem, but merely replied to Robert's post....
No YOU are the confused one, Voodoo Boy.....
Ha ha ha......
Allow me to refresh your memory:
On Wednesday, March 25, 2020 at 7:44:01 PM
STINK: Excellent poetry, Robert...
On Wednesday, March 25, 2020 at 7:53:37 PM
On Wednesday, March 25, 2020 at 8:01:03 PM
STINK: Confused again, ME....?
On Wednesday, March 25, 2020 at 8:43:52 PM
ME: Maybe you should have posted the poem, instead of claiming I was confused.
But that’s your usual, unwarranted and irrelevant response to ME.
On Wednesday, March 25, 2020 at 9:00:29 PM
STINK: Admit it, ME... you were confused....
Ha ha ha.....
On Thursday, March 26, 2020 at 1:34:20 AM
MMP: You forgot to post the poem, Stink.
[NOTE TO STINK: Learn to scroll up and review the thread before responding.]