Why work the grad jane?
Library is my domain
Fear the over-due list

Even friend Ari
Can see your bad ass mistake
You suck mightily

Damn typo, i may lose
my power is mighty Jane
I will stand and win

Will you work the grad
Or are you too good for us
Be afraid if yes

Bitter Socialist
In a bad paying job rut job
Jane crys for the past

You and your fish-men
Are silly-willy-nilly
Get a real job jerk

I can't believe you
Acknowledge my perfection
Grow up little boy

In life i will win
Science gives me money Jane
liberal arts suck

You are a bastard
In life you will not go far
Ass is what you are

Socialist dumb Jane
your evil ideals scare kids
Give up, I am king

A Bitter Woman
Jane is no fun nor a gas
Dear Jane, kiss my Ass!

You can't show me art
You and your facist ideals
You know not the art

Do not weep poor jane
I will show you the art child
be not afraid love

Steve, ha! sarcasm
Is my greatest tool to win
You now lose sucker

You bring shame to me
I cry tears of joy at this
good revelation

Provincial Jane Doe:
Culture is what you lack friend
I pity your soul

Steve you are too slow
I can out poet you now
ha ha ha ha ha

Oh loudmouth Stephen
My mean friend you misled me
You are so so wrong

oh jane what is wrong?
the haiku is your buddy
join the fun, love it

this webpage really
makes my blood boil and ooze
who knew it would suck

Its Ok. cause your
face will show it but your body wont
make me cum sexy

Beautiful you are
Sweeter than honey am I
Poke me like a bee.

nothing like a night
of dancing with strange women
my hand is a slut

tune up and new tyres
vrooooom, yellow two-stroke trail bike
and... ring ding ding ding!

dig my own grave--it's
to be my interior
design masterpiece

no vision and no
memory; ALL BOW TO THE
GREAT MAJORITY!!!

light-headed, heavy
eyes. grey planet...my duty
is to kill them all

World runs mad. Ginger
Spice a UN rep? I need
An anti-tank mine.

two more weeks to go
working till my holidays
sucks like a hoover

i feel charming, oh
so charming it's alarming
how charming i feel

little grasshopper
snatch the pebble from my hand
whoops... that's bad kung fu

hollywood bonfire
jerk like an epileptic
but keep on typing

that handy bonfire
whips up his secret sauce for
mom's fruits and veggies

Better check your shoes
The smell of steaming dog shit
Is one I know well

somehow i can speak
in different languages
when i shoot my load

Dirty old man sifts
through ladies room garbage for
tampons to make soup.

mom buys groceries
nice fresh fruits and vegetables
now guess what I do

When I'm away she
reminisces and shoots warm
yogurt on her back.

don't be so, nasty!
the only flame needed here
is that old bonfire

a jack in a box
will be worth two in the hand
hang on hollywood

fluffy cute kitttens
black velvet Elvis paintings
i puke in the sink

that Bonfire person
twice now has shown us his spunk
jacking off wildly

I like to be by
myself in my apartment
alone with sauerkraut

i was having fun
too bad you scrutinize the
content of bad poems

the sun can't decide
blackbirds crowd the power lines
I jack off wildly

A hack, a cough, a
wheeze and a dank rotten queef.
The bitch must be back.

source variety
not the same flavoured repeats
is the spice of life

i asked the nice man
for hypoallergenic
handcuffs and he laughed

why oh why oh why
didnt my bad poems make it?
were they just too bad?

sixteen men in jail
will attest that there is no
thing like manly love