Why, why dost thou mock me so??
Ye cruel and bastard, fluffing harpy
stabbing-piercing-purging flow
of metaphysical blood; slash lines in Sharpie
searing my mind in alternation with flaying,
giving exposition: fool it once, shame on you;
fool it twice, receive doled pain.
I could boot it perhaps, let fly with my shoe
as I let go morality where it will,
to fly steadfast elsewhere, to sink its talons
and mold their impression through another, still
perching on the sill of the window of a gallant’s:
a conscience is hateful, progenitor of quarrels,
what say you and I get rid of our morals?
No, I really liked this too! (I guess your poem's just like Marmite) 
Sometimes it's good for a poem to not have a particular story-line - or any meaning at all, really. So long as it has an image to revolve around.
And this totally accomplishes that!
The "Sharpie" thing, and everything... It's really got me making up my own storyline and characters!
I like this a lot
Be proud to be a little different - good for you! 
I'm a bit confused too but I, unlike the rest, enjoyed this. It has a nice flow and kind of captivates me. I don't know, maybe it's my dark side showing again, but I thought it was really good. Anyways, great job and good luck on your future writes
What is this talking about? I don't get the point of this whatsoever. Sorry =/.
I am so confused...the point of this is what? All i hear is old timey cussing. So im confused right now. uh...
Sorry, but I very much disliked this. I didn't get the point. I only got violence stuck in my head.
It's also is some way depressing to me.
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