Dear Witchdoctorologist..
I feel like a Proctologist.
dealing with you
The way you flood
The things you do

I feel I write these
words in vain
You're like syphilis
Affect the brain

You interrupt the
Stream of thought
as we pass by
What have you got?

Perhaps the annoyance
Of a passers by
You waste your time
I'm wondering why

You think that you
Might sell me something
I've read you rubbish
You got nuthin

So as you try
To read the perameter
This sophomoric poem
Iambic pentameter

To the members
Contributers and users
Use this poem
To bury this loser

Ha! Good stuff Beach.

I enjoyed reading this, Beach

Awesome Beach

Very good!

Thank you our esteemed Beach
You've really outdone yourself
Now maybe, our witchdoctor
Can put his shyt on a shelf.

You're BURIED DUDE!

Haha not "you" Pancho.

Bye bye WD

Oh...just stop you funny little quack.