submissive haiku?
if im dominant then what
BDSMku

**Imploding "HEAD meat"

Not "Heat meat".

Honestly.... can't type.

Gay millenials
have a problem with dairy,
yet eat their own "cheese".

Burn in Hell Haiku:
vapid, superficial verse.
Go home to Japan!

Please: more verse about
sordid carnal nastiness.
THAT'S real Haiku (not)

He's mocking me!
I'm mocking myself under a pseudo pseudonym and I won't stop!
He's craving equations. I must feed him!
Bye bye the by and by for now, I'll thank the cow
for the cheese, and next time say please.

Imploding heat meat.
Vacuum pump in rump to brain.
B4 you're insane!

Dead prostitutes, cough,
Poems, fat old mosquitoes,
Rancid moldy cheese.

Exploding ass meat.
Roast rump nitroglycerine.
C4 long pig ham.

Enslave all Earth's beasts
for my spoiled dairy feast.
I know no karma.

I need no dharma
Dolly llama cheeese, so pass
the crackers, honky.

And I'll pass the gass.
Proverbial cut the cheese.
Limburger blasting.

Limburger is just
really funky brie, you see.
What God made cows for.

Dead mosquitoes, cheese,
coffee, cute young prostitutes,
and bad poetry.

Vegan Pacino
Heaps of Parma! Good Karma!
Made with walnuts, yeast

Baked in your pie hole
Four and twenty blackbirds
Singing. Dead of night

Injecting goat cheese.
Smoked Gouda Buddha bong hits.
Snorting Parmesan.

I fucking love cheese.
Cholesterol filled downfall.
Delicious descent.

Worth the heart attacks.
Worth the hardened arteries.
Red wine cracker friends.

Cross Country Convoy
Cathetered cock constant cruise
Canned cuisine cooking

Pies' fart greaseless then
Remembered outside my hole
Ass blows shameful kiss

Sunday Communion
Vegan Parmesan sprinkle
Priest, Try stopping me

Changes repeating
Me commanding door open
Fortune of hustle

Perhaps a cocktail.
Cocaine/frog/devil's trumpet.
And a cheap strumpet.

Maybe frog toxins.
Is there anything to lose?
Other than my mind.

Craving a new high.
Devil's trumpets are calling.
But to smoke or drink?

Slip into comfort
Dongola Nullifiers
Shoes of yesteryear

Sun shines bright at dawn
Fragrant scents within this fall
Flames flicker restless

Women of ages
Tranquil peace as time returns
Money spent on top

Eyes dart voiceless now
Forgotten within my soul
Grass grows game of bliss

Repeating changes
Open door commanding me
Hustle of fortune

Armies march humbly
Wolf like sheep glances quickly
Leaves drift lonely now

You won't get blisters
If you don't rake up the leaves
Ban leaf blowers, too

Bird flies throughout all
Tender hug collapsing slow
Eyes dart back and forth

I don't know what a
disconnect will do for me
or to me, the leaves

outside sure do look
like a wonderful change to
mixed up laptop things

there are insane folks
in the world who will lash out
at complete strangers

I'm worried about
someone i care about right
now so Im concerned

Be a kid again
Jumping into rain puddles
Shoes dark like mud cake

The end of the world
Is not the end of the world
There's still stuff to do

Farts are my life now
The only problem with this
The wind is howling

The best way out there
Just got the best thing ever
Seatless Bicycle

I have never seen
The wind. I am not sure why.
I just want a kite

The best thing now is
The wind is howling. I can't
Hear my nasty farts

Nasty rat and cat
I just woke up from my nap
I am a huge cat

Joel from my third grade
Shat his pants but solved the prob
Turned them inside out

Clammy blue cheese
Aged for years in a dark cave
Bat shit everywhere

Fuck. Lost the flashlights
Too dark. Stranded and doomed
In the Earth's bowels

Plink. Plop. Trickle.drop
So we ate all the blue cheese
Cut eggers all night

John Boy Walton's mole
An existential crisis
"I'm not a pimple!"

Cargo Cult drop off
Pencils, Volleyball, Pez, Gum
Lightbulbs, Pocky Sticks

Frankfurt School: weenies
Roast them slow over a fire
serve with kraut on roll

Email Hangman
Ol_ _ HO_S_@hotmail.com
Saved you a brownie

ABBA 45s
Saved up. Bought them at Woolworth's
My son sings them too

Home karaoke:
Singing with my daughter, yeah!
ABBA greatest hits.

Ganja brownies, right?!
If so, I'll be right over.
email your address:

darthfigpucker2@gmail.com

I Just made brownies
Huge aereolas on tap
Korova Milk Bar

I think I'm pregnant.
Craving large leg of... something.
Ostrich? Carabao?

Raw bloody meat flesh.
A large frosty mug of beer.
And ten pairs of tits.

Young pink perky breasts,
jiggling, oscillating,
circular motion.

"Your dick is so big!"
"That was an amazing belch!"
"Have another steak."

"Buy us one more drink."
Eight hundred dollar bar tab.
Hangover of kings.

I just know guar gum
From gluten free baking days
It gives you the runs