Barry Bonds: On Steroids
#1
The Macy's balloon doesn't ask who blew it up.
I was a Pirate on the beach
getting sand kicked in my face.
I wanted to become a Giant
who could hit
back like in that Charles Atlas ad.
Flaxseed oil is like yeast in bread,
no one wonders why it rises.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#2
There is a period in this poem that makes me uncomfortable as a woman's. It might have a secular purpose, but I'm very devout at this desperate moment of my life. It occurs after Giants. And I feel it might me better left alone.

Well, Giant.

be, oh, well, I'm trying to see.

This is a fairly short poem, I'll try to get it together in a moment and make it mild.

The semicolon then the No.
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#3
Thanks rowens, is that better.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#4
I have one more question.
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#5
Okay
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#6
How come I edited my post several times, yet it simply says I said it all at 4:16?
Because I certainly put more readings in than that.

And I'm not a baseball fan, so I'm wondering if I'm missing something with the capital Pirate.
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#7
He played for the Pirates when he was skinny and small.

The time thing probably just defaults to the first post in the sequence I'm guessing. Though that could be wrong.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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#8
I'd ask about the Giant. But I already spelled that wrong once.

When it comes to infomercials, I was a Jack LaLanne man. Though I doubt I spelled his name right.
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#9
Giant same thing. He went to the Giants.

Infomerical for me would be Ron Popeil.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson
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