What of an Earth poem?? A triggee?

What's great about some poems is that they sometimes take on new meanings, such as:

Then what………

Are you listening?……….

Helllllllllooo…………….Echo, Echo, Echo

…………………………….Gone

I'm 5' 11', 310 pounds, I have lumps on my legs that could turn cancerous, I have a major ear infection, Diabetes, but none of that matters because I swear by everything that is Holy that I will single-handedly pound the ever-lovin' crap out of everybody in the whole world.

Meet me at the Taco Bell on University Ave in Minneapolis at 8PM tonight and bring money.

Bring enough for the left side of the menu.

Utter mince. Hey, Semp - I really can't believe you actually regard this amateurish tosh as 'powerful and prophetic'. You need a reality pill. Andy, if this is the best you can do, stick to fabricating. An insult to the intelligence of any serious poetry lover. Have a nice day.

Let's cut through the waffle - so what you're saying is that you're too scared to turn up on Monday, even 'though you know that's where I'll be. And I checked - there is no E & J Cabinets - there are a few J & E Cabinets 'though. Thanks for the address - I'll be sure to check it out next time I'm in New Jersey. And let's be clear, Andy - if that address is really yours, the only reason you've given it is because you don't think I'll chap your door if I'm in town. Boy, are you in for a surprise. I'm very familiar with the Knoll West Golf Course. Cluck like a chicken for me just one more time before I laugh at you again. Won't see you in London on Monday then, eh? Figures. You'd cry like a p*ssy if I even looked at you.

If anybody would like to ring Andy and laugh at him down the 'phone, his number is 973 292 1500.

And everybody - absolutely everybody - knows that only a total feckin' idiot would give out his address to a bunch of strangers on a website. Congratulation, Andy - YOU are that man.

You know where I'll be on Monday - you said you'd be on the next 'plane - yet you're not going to show up. Keep trying to convince yourself, but we can all see by the way you've back-pedalled what a chickensh*t you are. I haven't changed my stance from the start. You couldn't fight sleep. You'd need those 9 guys that used to work for you - and you'd still lose, just like you have now. You lose every single time with me, but you never seem to see it. Obviously you're retarded. 'Bye loser.

I'm not from England, loser, nor do I live there - but I have to be there on Monday on business, so I arrive at the airport in the morning and then get a bus to the Coach Station, where I'll be at One O'clock. You don't have the money, or the time, or the inclination - or the balls - to be there. And, I have to be honest, nor would I expect you to be. Only a total feckin' retard would jump on a 'plane to come and see a complete stranger. (And you'd get a complete kickin' into the bargain.) Everyone can see you for what you are - a blowhard who feels safe to say whatever he wants because he doesn't think it will happen. You are an utter pratt who seriously wouldn't last two seconds in my neck of the woods. Well, I know where I'll be on Monday, and now so do you. Be seeing you?

Hahahahahaha!

Hey, Buk - how much should I bring? (We're talking 'extras' here, right?)

Very clever Andrew! Nice job

A good poem. A triggee, not sure, I thought both columns were to be poems on there own as well. Could be wrong though.

you are a clevermost & intelligentmost poet. your interesting poem indicates it.

Wow this was really awesome and so true.It's so many facts in a fantastic way of sharing it..Keep penning my friend.

I am listening ...albeit intermittently.

the echos raging in my head, infernally

You wrote a good poem.

Andrew, a poem that shares its breath, even with only only one, still gives life.

*sigh*

oh goody...road trips......can i go????

Powerful and prophetic poem! Thanks Andrew!