No haiku to say
No haiku submitted oh
I should go bed

Bring them wonderful beans
to the old rattlesnake bake
and mince the New England Texan traditions

You are right my dear
but I'd take a bunched-up sock
o'er a bunched-up rear

this week it's texas
rattlesnakes, armadillos
beans and barbeque

socks that sneak on down
suddenly socks' squashed in shoes
you just can't stop that

some socks are sneakers
and some jocks are bum creepers
it could be the jeans

I would rather go
commando than have my ass
eat another pair

after his latest
battle, our hero returns
sans his underware

this is bad haiku
read, learn how bad, bad haiku
can really be, bad.

everytime i drink
i skip syllables badly
spelling suffers too

boo doesn't like us
(it he she) thinks we fear
its lightning sharp wit

You are all jammed up
bringing your day to a halt
sounds like you should poop

like a glacier carves
through solid rock my undies
cleave my buttocks' gulch

Too far up the crack...
the wedgie dance is no good
Stop eating, butt! Stop!

with a gentle pop
intestines release a flood
of gray-green ejecta

Dare I dig it out?
No, lest I hear the aweful,
"We have a bleeder!"

if she stays together
doesn't split apart
you won't need vegemite

co-workers laughing
awkward gait revealing my
blunder down under

well what about
the girl with the black leather choker
, mesh and pvc clothing?
cotton mouth chaffing?

boxer briefs of death
butt hairs caught in a vice grip
of micro stitching!

Well, chafe the wind
suffering for an art
what ho do yonder wind broken
cotton mouthing

suffering begets
bad haiku... my cheeks lament
their white cotton bit

Somebody's flossing!
my cheeks are straddling the
butt hammock again

Well, we shall see
Patton the back, senseless
this old Whiped Latrine Barracks

Maj. Wedgie here
reporting for duty. I'm
here with Pvt. Parts

You old bull!
What could I say of you?
Belted galloway!

Ah, he's good when he's good...

Some things are cons and
some things are not cons and some
things are just all there

the ass has a case
of severe cotton mouth... must
I endure the pain?

Black leather chokers
mesh clothing, pvc clothing at the club
what is on her mind?
Boys, sometimes girls

Undies gagging ass
speak to me o toothless one!
first, here's a breath mint

The sit on it thing
kind of like that routine
oh, bull friend a parson

my fruit of the looms
climb upward causeing minor
cheek separation

A Schroedinger's Cat
mystery in nine lives box
It's ALIVE... and dead.

Peak at madness and
the whole world seems to make
a whole lot more sense

did she if she
could she see beyond the now
beyond the haze of cliques
beyond the games people play
and live?

Look deeper into shit
thinking the bottom line is
to say anything to hurt...

and it won't go away...
it's just the damn Net
ignore it

Hey, sometimes life is
a fight. You've sinned, people see
The snowball rolls down

Then again, you let go
"sin no more" and boom, new
truths...turn a deaf ear

I wonder if I learn
not to fight, then I will live
Nixon died with no friends...

Places are odd, some
they are horrors, others, kind
but it is my task
to take them as I
should. Hey, worthless dung, is to
a Hindu, Holy Shit

Ah, don't they say it...
It's not right to fight like this
friends might be here, dunno

Hey, Jesus is no
delusion, it's just really angry people
trying to tell me what I am
from a few angry words...

clique on suck and be
sucked in - to their sucking cult
of clique - fearing me...

graphic gross - yer toast
we've seen it ALL before - you're
nothing new each month!!!

Not yet! I am not
ready to pull up my skirts
for your web cam smut