mister president
power intoxicates more
than weed ever did
by ash
evil cannabis
you make me a criminal
when i'm a nice guy
i don't do bad things
it's merely your possession
that defines my crime
if the world grows up
legislation might address
people not pot plants
by ash
It is not that bad
I don't think that you have thought
this one through this time
by The Thimker
administration
unidentifiably
hypothetical
by The Thimker
Moxie is gone now
by Moxie
let the businesses
run on marijuana heated power plants
and let the Reps mellow out
by Moxie
We are going on down
only to puke the
Kaluha, up and at em
by Downward Spiral
There's Killian's Red
On tap in Presque Isle...
somewhere
by Moxie
I don't like the danged
Cold War Part Two routine, it's
Reagan's ENDGAME! leave it be!
by Mox
When we all get psyched
and not psycho, then it will
be good when I get the hint
by Mox
energy crisis
chat rooms are shut to shut-ins
$cam$, lie$, and bu$h $lut$!
by Miss Everything
Let it go on down
let it spin out of control
for the sake of 123
45
by Mox
As the world spins out
of control let us all kill each
other in the name of God eat God
Ego eat Ego
Taste vs. Taste
by Lemon Crush
KEEP OUT! for members
only. This means YOU /access/
HALT! moxie, go home!
by boo
Shoot that lane down blow
it and say nothing for the
sake of art and art alone
by Pequote 105 of Toucdown
She wrote her last 44
traded for a Winchester 33
Made the bullets herself
by Tournequet of Top 40
747 haiku
crash and burn greenhouse gases
quote: "can't happen heeeeeerrrre!"
by boo
Gee, does this club
accept donaitons or
is it members only?
by Moxie
Something about 5 7 5
when they do think something
I wonder if they realize what it feels like
done to them...
by Mox
Subtle put downs
by Moxie
fed law, CSA,
sez to comply with the Prop
215 denied.
by MzConGenitalia
it will get hotter!
conserve california-
your marijuana~
by MzConGenitalia
vicariously
i feel joy at her mast'ry
of indirect slams.
by ferret70 of chicago
she indicates that
the folk are lying shit sacks
non-explicitly
by ferret70 of chicago
it amuses me,
because i too strain my voice
when i want to kill.
by ferret70 of chicago
our sql admin
copes amusingly with folks
blatantly lying.
by ferret70 of chicago
sometimes I confuse
my roommate's toothbrush with the
butt thermometer
by The Thimker
Oi, well, must be
Joesph Gerbil's Werewolves
mucking up the net
by Mox
This server acts up
network busy? page not found?
time for a reboot
by Betty LeBomb
Hell has knocked on
my door...it has said hi, can I stop in
and destroy you
I said no, back to Hell
I'm doing a fine job
myself
by Mox
When he thanks you for
the night of wonderous time
spent alone and torn
by Black Weeds
if it isn't bad
or it isn't forbidden
it isn't worth it
by Black Weeds
i stare coldly back
"another condemed to hell"
and by my words too
I cut myself and you
with my own tougue...
the double edged sword
the knife? it is nothing
by Moxie
sometimes I confuse
my roommate's toothbrush with the
toilet brush thingy
by The Thimker
one thing that would make
a bad proctologist would
be nearsightedness
by The Thimker
lover gets nervous
i think it's cute when he gets
hung up on these things
by Anonymous Poet
Incoherent daze
a monkey stole my taco
pink bunny tattoo
by Betty LeBomb
On one toe I spin
twisting my smile to a grin
in revolution
by Betty LeBomb
In perfect align
draped in sheets and red sunlight
you greet my morning
by Betty LeBomb
You can catch moments
when you realize you can't
catch moments at all
by Betty LeBomb
when i was younger
my wise parents used to say
just shut the fuck up
by ash
I stare coldly here
waiting for the proper time
to lunge with my knife
by Betty LeBomb
we know what you say
quite too much and yet nothing
life's a paradox
by ash
You know what they say
Person feels more important
licking stamps for 5.25 and hour
and if Jesus returned
and it threatened his job
he's fight tooth and nail
to keep licking stamps
and sweeping floors
by Moxie
haiku tutelage
syllabus of syllables
educational
by ash
I greet the morning
one eyelid open, one shut
I'm still insider
by whistler
the end of being
like the end of a good day
invites one dreaming
by ash
