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Saturday, February 10, 2007
The Year of the Fuckface Poet

This exclusive look at the winning entries from the 2006 Withered Peck Poetry Conference confirms that socially inept authors bring more to the table than just a handful of shit and an assful of broken dreams. Revealed in this year’s submissions are the heightened sensitivity, compassion and wisdom of those men that have been gamely pissed on by God.


The Meaty Enigma
By Chris Stewart

It’s vexing, perplexing, a puzzle to me
Why Christ has decreed that the pussy must be
So tasty and fuzzy, yet heinously close
To a pungent and shit-birthing anus that’s gross

Conversely, you must raise a glass to the balls
Protecting Dick’s honor by forming a wall
Ensuring the dangling Johnson will not
Share the same filthy fate as the poo-smeared twat


Greasy Spoon Buttfuckin'
By Thomas Guillard

The best time of my life, it happened so quickly
Grippin' my member as I talked to Trixie
Blind to the goin's on under the counter
When she turned for more coffee I started to pound her

Of course, by "her", I mean my fuckin' fist
With dirt clumps feeling like anal grist
I got so nervous I almost went soft
Till she had a long yawn that plumb got me off

Birthday: A Reminiscence
by Kyler Abernathy (age two)

I remember still my pass through you
(More vaguely now, as I'm two)
The thrill of birth, and my unfettered prick
Technically fucking you as I travelled through the slick

<Editor's Note: The second and third verses of this poem have been removed on advice of our Legal department due to decency issues. We believe the essence of the poem is still well-represented in the first and final verses.>

And Lo! Who the fuck shares with me this bird?
A shining placenta? A glistening turd?
Those rancid siblings I met only once,
But the worst stink of all was clearly your cunt's.

Springtime
Hidekai Shimitzu

Anus is blooming
Gentle breeze causes boner
Hard to hide my come

Barista, Do You Not Want My Dick?
Gary Lightfoot

I gave you my number on Saturday night
Not sure if you'd call it but thought that you might
I waited for weeks, in the hopes that you'd come
Around to your senses and dial up my numb

Er...did you see that, that thing that I did?
In the third fucking line, this clever-ass kid?
I used the word come like a double entendre
Cause I'm sneaky and wily like a motherfuckin contra

Don't you get it? The word come means more than one thing
And one of those meanings is "Jizz like a King"
I'm the only fucking poet to do this shit
I'm smart like a motherfucking maniac, clit!

If you would like to see a sampling of the offerings from the 2004 conference, click here.

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