I like to be by
myself in my apartment
alone with sauerkraut
by Thunder Stork of Arcata,
i was having fun
too bad you scrutinize the
content of bad poems
by oldnasty
the sun can't decide
blackbirds crowd the power lines
I jack off wildly
by Hollywood Bonfire
A hack, a cough, a
wheeze and a dank rotten queef.
The bitch must be back.
by Intern
source variety
not the same flavoured repeats
is the spice of life
by ashley of ox
i asked the nice man
for hypoallergenic
handcuffs and he laughed
by oldnasty
why oh why oh why
didnt my bad poems make it?
were they just too bad?
by oldnasty
sixteen men in jail
will attest that there is no
thing like manly love
by oldnasty
sometimes when I sneeze
objects fly out my nose and
hit my girlfriends face
by oldnasty
those damn chirping birds
are the true reason I dont
wash my car often
by oldnasty
dont ask me for change
it took me forty minutes
to collect my own
by oldnasty
the natives are drunk
the elders sing songs of love
later they'll shoot guns
by oldnasty
today we eat spam
I throw mine at the t.v.
it stick to the screen
by oldnasty
what is it with pigs?
by F
she told me she'd stay
then she stole my wallet
but not my bottle
by oldnasty
the evil of it
you suck me long time baby
i like cheezy poofs
by lugenius speed of eureka,
I crave indulgence
Of the other Haikuists.
Louise, send me mail!
by Reverend Jim
What's your beef, wise one?
Mad cows got you climbing walls?
Cow, you, who is who?
by Reverend Jim of GreatSatanVille, US
Oh Aussie Lao_Tse
Wisdom, like antipodean
Wine, ages badly.
by Reverend Jim of GreatSatanVille, US
Angel has a poop a pretty poop parade,
with lolypoops and caramel terds,
she's having a poop of a time
by Redphish23 of Mason, United States
we're clean out of love
you tell me this, turn, and sleep
I jack off wildly
by Hollywood Bonfire
nasal and ear hair
the hirsute of pappy-ness
'though not on my head
by George of Sydney, Australia
I have visions of
A celebrity plane crash
Bye bye Jim Carrey
by AHHT
scadalous joey
thinks about the best of times
while sitting in jail
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
one more time i drink
the juice of fermenting grains
to deal with the wife
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
please get me away
from this goddamn plastic box
before i explode
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
my pasty fat gut
yearns for Hollywood's bright wit
to split it open
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
pop music plays on
i fondle my revolver
man in the box die!
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
university
officials are gathering
some nuts and berries
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
i'm no damn student
maybe that's why they asked me
to leave the campus
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
must stop this madness
thinking only in Haiku
need more syllables
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
My haiku is bad
like the wind from my ass
breaking away free
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
what a great outlet
this haiku stuff seems to be
i'm no poet
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
one banana two
Potassium's dark blue
My monkey's named lou
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
in a brief moment
i fear what my boss would say
too bad he's in Guam
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
Hollywood Bonfire
your talent brings me laughter
hats off to you sir
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
sometimes I feel bad
after drinking the last beer
I'll get over it
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
BLAHBLAH BLAH BLAHBLAH
BLAHBLAHBLAH
BLAH BLAHBLAHBLAH
BLAH BLAH BLAH BLAH, huh?
by NOGEL GOOKIEBELMAR, JERSEYSHORE
I just ran over
Hiesenberg's cat in my car
I left him a note
by oldnasty of arcata, usa
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by oldnasty of arcata, humboldt
by oldnasty of arcata, humboldt
Got out of the wrong
side of the bed this morning:
Had to climb the wall.
by Lao-Tse
Got out of the wrong
side of the bed this morning:
Had to climb the wall.
by Lao-Tse
Oh toilet bowl, if
only I knew the music
the way I know you.
by Lao-Tse
War with children huh?
How about poetry for
the illiterate?
by Lao-TseLondon, England
as steroids to sport
i can tell the I.O.C. :
cash to committees
by ashley of sid-i-nee, Oz
so what do i care
if we differ by so much
it's all bad haiku
by ashley of Oz
a wise man was once
heard to say "Keep it real up
in the field, awwight?"
by Superjew
I'm back and it's war.
I can't leave you kids alone
For a minute! Tch!
by Reverend JimFort Collins, Yanquiland
must ignore punkass
to create is to know god
kill him for me, god
by Hollywood Bonfire
