Bitter Socialist
In a bad paying job rut job
Jane crys for the past
by Stephen of Princeton, USA
You and your fish-men
Are silly-willy-nilly
Get a real job jerk
by Jane of Princeton, USA
I can't believe you
Acknowledge my perfection
Grow up little boy
by Jane of Princeton, USA
In life i will win
Science gives me money Jane
liberal arts suck
by Stephen of Princeton, USA
You are a bastard
In life you will not go far
Ass is what you are
by Jane of Princeton, USA
Socialist dumb Jane
your evil ideals scare kids
Give up, I am king
by Stephen of Princeton, USA
A Bitter Woman
Jane is no fun nor a gas
Dear Jane, kiss my Ass!
by Stephen of Princeton, USA
You can't show me art
You and your facist ideals
You know not the art
by Jane of Princeton, USA
Do not weep poor jane
I will show you the art child
be not afraid love
by Stephen of Princeton, USA
Steve, ha! sarcasm
Is my greatest tool to win
You now lose sucker
by Jane of Princeton, USA
You bring shame to me
I cry tears of joy at this
good revelation
by Jane of Princeton, USA
Provincial Jane Doe:
Culture is what you lack friend
I pity your soul
by Stephen of Princeton, USA
Steve you are too slow
I can out poet you now
ha ha ha ha ha
by Jane of Princeton, USA
Oh loudmouth Stephen
My mean friend you misled me
You are so so wrong
by Jane of Princeton, USA
oh jane what is wrong?
the haiku is your buddy
join the fun, love it
by Stephen of Princeton, USA
this webpage really
makes my blood boil and ooze
who knew it would suck
by jane of Princeton, USA
Its Ok. cause your
face will show it but your body wont
make me cum sexy
by sandy
Beautiful you are
Sweeter than honey am I
Poke me like a bee.
by Tiger May Howell of Kearney, U.S.A.
nothing like a night
of dancing with strange women
my hand is a slut
by Thunder Stork
tune up and new tyres
vrooooom, yellow two-stroke trail bike
and... ring ding ding ding!
by ashley of Oz
dig my own grave--it's
to be my interior
design masterpiece
by Eddie Futch
no vision and no
memory; ALL BOW TO THE
GREAT MAJORITY!!!
by Eddie Futch
light-headed, heavy
eyes. grey planet...my duty
is to kill them all
by Eddie Futch
World runs mad. Ginger
Spice a UN rep? I need
An anti-tank mine.
by Reverend JimJonestown, Guiana
two more weeks to go
working till my holidays
sucks like a hoover
by ashley of Oz
i feel charming, oh
so charming it's alarming
how charming i feel
by jviva of cambridge, usa
little grasshopper
snatch the pebble from my hand
whoops... that's bad kung fu
by ashley of Oz
hollywood bonfire
jerk like an epileptic
but keep on typing
by ashley of Oz
that handy bonfire
whips up his secret sauce for
mom's fruits and veggies
by squish
Better check your shoes
The smell of steaming dog shit
Is one I know well
by AHHT
somehow i can speak
in different languages
when i shoot my load
by Thunder Stork
Dirty old man sifts
through ladies room garbage for
tampons to make soup.
by Intern
mom buys groceries
nice fresh fruits and vegetables
now guess what I do
by Hollywood Bonfire
When I'm away she
reminisces and shoots warm
yogurt on her back.
by Intern of WEST HELENA,
don't be so, nasty!
the only flame needed here
is that old bonfire
by ashley of Oz
a jack in a box
will be worth two in the hand
hang on hollywood
by ashley of Oz
fluffy cute kitttens
black velvet Elvis paintings
i puke in the sink
by oldashty
that Bonfire person
twice now has shown us his spunk
jacking off wildly
by squish
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
