poetry - yeah it still sucks and no one cares

[mccutcheon]

this weekend i walked around a street fair, a pretty lame party since the beer garden was feneced off and the bands were lame and they asked the DJ girl to turn it down. I saw a slam poetry contest. some of it was pretty good. I mean these people actually memorised their poems. too much fucking work for me. but the thing is people do care about poetry. and Sloth and I wanted to start a new web site for all the people writing out there who would send us their stuff. and we did but at this stage the site is not ready. so why don't we post poems here? I'll start with one I wrote this morning.

Numbers
By McCutcheon

She kept asking me if she was pretty
I told her she was the most beautiful girl I have ever made love to

She said, “What is that to say to a girl?�

I thought it was quite a statement, I mean there have been more than a few women and I have impeccable taste.

She wanted more so I broke it down in numbers:
On a one to ten point scale, ten being the highest.

Face-10
Hair-8
Eyes-9
Nose-9
Lips-10
Teeth-10
Smile-10
Breasts-8
Stomach-10
Arms-10
Hands-10
Ass-7
Pussy-11
Legs-8
Feet-10

She said, “You gave my ass a seven?�

I said, “Yes, most girls don't get past a five, and I gave your pussy an eleven!�