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......................................An Infinite Lives. An Infinite Deaths. Only for..................................... .............................................Immortal Poetry Criticism from the............................................ ............................................Maestro of Criticism, Poetry Hound............................................ Uber-critic Poetry Hound's poetic criticisms of ubiquitously holistic views can be found in his latest books of poetry criticism, “Dementia In the Workplace” and “C'mon! Be An Earthling! ” His swirling critical output exceeds in length the effluvial output of Nikhil Parekh, who has dropped a great load upon the earth. Poetry Hound has sent his poetic criticisms to world leaders, who perfunctorily acknowledge their receipt. Poetry Hound deludes himself into believing that these terse responses from the leaders represent tributes to his almighty critical insights and immortal talents. He therefore asserts that his poetic criticism has been swooned over by The Honorable Prime Minister of Australia, John Howard; The Right Honorable Mr. Paul Martin, Canada; The President of Republic of France Monsieur Jacques Chirac; and the President of Republic of China, The Honorable Mr. Chen (I was too lazy to look up his first name) , among others. When people tell Poetry Hound that anyone can get these kinds of letters from world leaders, he ignores them. Passions from the heart have led extremely well-known poetry Uber-critic Poetry Hound along the path of thought-provoking insights through books of poetry criticism that are full of naïve and plodding commentary on Anti-Terrorism and preservation of the Environment and Wildlife. His insights are deeper than those of Nikhil Parekh. Poetry Hound is not new to the world of swirling critical verse, “Dementia In the Workplace” and “C'mon! Be An Earthling! ” are but two of this poetry critic's eighty-five published books of poetic criticism throughout the publishing industry, world wide, everywhere globally. When people point out that none of the books have been produced by recognized publishers and that they are all self-published, Poetry Hound ignores them. Poetry Hound also has the indistiguishable honor of having created the longest poetic criticism ever written. “The Deluded Soul” speaks presumptuously of life, as only the complexity of life can deliver. The rolling critical verse from Poetry Hound's “longest poetic criticism ever written” is exclusively the first of its kind in the pure sense of the English Language. Athough people regularly point out that there are longer poetic criticisms, Poetry Hound ignores these people and continues to maintain that his is the longest. The unstoppable flow of poetic criticism from the poetry Uber-critic Poetry Hound's books gather words from dictionaries and thesauruses, as the Pied Piper of old gathered from dancing melodies on the flute. Poetry Hound's poetic criticism replicates “timeless” from the English language, rolling critical verse from the very depths of the critic's heart-rendering heart, from conviction and belief. Words speak clearly or maybe not so clearly as the bard's voice emerges from the depth of critical spirituality for the world to hear or not hear. This is the timeless voice of insight, the voice that leaders (who shall remain nameless) gather unintended wisdom from to acknowledge and honor. If this seems incoherent, don't bother pointing it out to Poetry Hound as he will simply ignore you. Poetry Hound speaks tirelessly and indefatigably and inexhaustively and unrelentingly and non-reduntantly on Anti-Terrorism and Global Peace in his book, “Dementia In the Workplace, ” wherein he states, “Good writing overrules diabolical evil, Precision in word usage overrules treacherous bloodshed, and derisive Laughter overrules satanic hatred.” Uber-critic Poetry Hound speaks with frank sincerity and sincere frankness about the environment and wildlife in his book, “C'mon! Be An Earthling! ” wherein he directs readers to “Go to school; learn a useful trade, and GET A JOB! instead of frittering away your life poring over the thesaurus, writing insignificant verse, pandering to world leaders, leeching off your parents, and trying to get into the Guinness Book of Records. That way, the chapter of godly existence can continue forever and ever and ever.” Poetry Hound's lips speak the omnicient mantra, “Write Crappy Poetry and Be Ridiculed.” Truer words have never been not unspoken. All must now gather and bow down before extremely well-known grandmaster poetry Uber-critic Poetry Hound, who is the supreme, all-knowing voice of the future, emerging through recognition to be recognized in the fight for partial world peace and the semi-sanctity of all living things. HOW TO WRITE A POEM: For those of you who would like to be an immortal poet like Nikhil Parekh, here is Poetry Hound's poem-writing chart. Here is the format for your poem: Her immortal ____ is _____ ______. Her immortal ____ is _____ ______. Now just pick any three digit number and match it in the chart to get the first line of your poem. For example,230 would give you, 'Her immortal hair is eminently redundant.' Pick another number for the second line of your poem, and so forth until your poem is completed. 0. mouth..... 0. unfailingly....... 0. redundant 1. nose....... 1. silently........... 1. applauding 2. hair........ 2. conspicuously.. 2. irrelevant 3. foot........ 3. eminently....... 3. calcified 4. stomach.. 4. ardently......... 4. apolitical 5. buttocks.. 5. stubbornly...... 5. hyperventillating 6. armpit..... 6. suddenly........ 6. triangular 7. neck....... 7. reliably........... 7. inflated 8. nosehair... 8. lavishly.......... 8. trout-like 9. chin........ 9. unspeakably.... 9. levitating)

The Best Poem Of Professor Poetry Hound

Alternative Voicing: Fox News Stops By The Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are, I think I know
A Liberal from the village though,
A welfare cheat without a job
Too lazy to come and watch the snow.

Good thing there is no fag or queer
To press their “gay agenda” near
Right between the woods and frozen lake
They’d be good for target practice here.

My Hummer idles with nary a shake.
Minorities here would be some mistake.
The only sound would be as I sweep
The poor out of town, oh let them eat cake.

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
A place where terrorists could creep,
Using trees for cover, on me they’d leap
So many trees to fell before I sleep.
So many trees to fell before I sleep.

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