A 224-word palindrome...

A palindrome is a word or a phrase which is the same when read from the start or the end, for example the word wow or racecar. Or how about the phrase; A Toyota’s a Toyota. where ever you start they are the same.
You would imagine a palindrome is pretty hard to think up, maybe the odd word could be easy enough, and with a bit of effort a phrase, well how about a 224 word poem? here’s
"Dammit I’m Mad"
by
Demetri Martin

Dammit I’m mad.
Evil is a deed as I live.
God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt.
To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss.
Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help?
Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell.
I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”.
Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp,
In my halo of a mired rum tin.
I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin.
Is evil in a clam? In a trap?
No. It is open. On it I was stuck.
Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web.
Be still if I fill its ebb.
Ew, a spider… eh?
We sleep. Oh no!
Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position.
Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name.
Both, one… my names are in it.Murder? I’m a fool.
A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash,
A Goddam level I lived at.
On mail let it in. I’m it.
Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet!
A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name.
Name not one bottle minus an ode by me:“Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog”
Evil is a deed as I live.
Dammit I’m mad.

I promise you, bar some punctuation, it reads the same forwards or backwards.

From: http://www.neatorama.com/2009/02/18/a-224-word-palindrome/

I am finally here with you.

I am finally here with you,
Sorry for the delay.
But on my way to get to you,
There were speed bumps in the way.

Adventures in E-mail

Everytime I open my e-mail, I get quite a start,

I get messages from Harry, Mike, Jessica, and even a guy named
Art.

I don't know these people, and I'm sure they don't exist,

But it's e-mails like the following that really make me
pissed,

I don't want to increase my breast size, I don't want to enlarge
my penis,

I don't want to be a lawyer, and I don't want to receive a degree
to be a machinist.

I don't wanna help a lost Prince of Namibia, and I don't wanna
patch my 'puter,

I don't wanna buy Omaha Steaks, monitors, or even a brand new
scooter.

I don't wanna give her multiple orgasms, and I don't wanna pass
the buck,

I don't wanna worry about my life, my love, my friends, or my
luck.

I don't wanna have to pester and send a chain e-mail to my
friend,

Just to receive the same chain-letter that seems to never
end.

So before you press forward, reply, or send, to clog up my
mailbox,

Remember I don't care about your plight, another's or mailbox sent
small pox.

I just want to receive normal messages - nothing to buy or
sell,

So if I receive another junk mail, I'm gonna blow this computer to
Hell.

Uncooperative Cell Phone

O small piece of plastic...How you thwart me so.
I thought you were my friend,
And everywhere we would go.

You taunt me with your ringing,
You patiently look for this user.
When all that you're really doing,
Is punishing me, you abuser.

If you would be so kind,
To just work with me one time.
I won't have to crush and squeeze you,
Like a margarita lime.