A great poem fic. Very good.

Sorry for reviewing this.
Seriously, I have to say that first off. I'm sorry I'm clogging this fic with my shitty ass reviewing.
But now that I have that out of the way . . .
You make me sick. With your fucking amazing gift with words. Honestly, it's fucking nauseating that you get so much goddamn talent and the rest of us get shit. And I mean the rest of us as in the rest of the fucking planet.
Fucking sickening. Pissing me off, with your goddamn talents.
Oh, and in case some douche bag is reading the reviews and goes "OMG! Dis bitch iz flamin dis fic!"-no. I'm not flaming. I'm drooling and hot flashing and fucking wordgasming here. Holy fucking . . . something.
Poetry. Not many can do it, you know? And you . . . you fucking can. You can fucking write. Hardcore amazing and . . . and . . . I'm going to puke.
To put it simply, I'm stunned. As if it isn't obvious by my rambling idiocy. I'm stunned and awed and utterly shitfaced in joyful envy. And over a non-SpongeBob fic. Over a fandom I barely remembered until you started obsessing.
Then wrote about obsession.
And got me into obsessing.
Even more than before, as if I wasn't already a total asshat freak when it came to fangirling over you.
But I didn't want to write this review with a bunch of expletives and almost insults. I wanted to truly comment on your mindblowning talent. And even if this reveiw is an epic fail, your fic was most certainly not. A failure, I mean. It basically made me appreciate the fact that at least some people can still make the English language mean something more than just random letters. You make words . . . fuck, I dunno how to make words do whatever it is you do, so I can't really articulate my feelings right now.

Wow! I must say, I find it rather unfair how wonderful of writer you are! I LOVED THIS! I usually don't read poetry on this sight, but your other two fics were so good, I had to read this one, and I loved it! I don't know about anyone else, but this was exactly the present I was looking for.

The imagery was great, and my favorite part was where it seemed like he was talking to the Queen, wanting her to "shut-up" and stop disgracing him further. I also enjoyed the lines where he said he couldn't do anything right. Favorite line:

"can't should i fix you some martian tea right"

Very funny line, but overall kind of a sad fic. It's true though, obsession does tend to keep people going. Anyhow, I apologize for this long review. But are you a true martian fangirl now? If you are then join the club! Anyway, great poem and Merry Christmas!