lord jesus, forgive
me for fucking with moxie
please send me pussy

as I was sleeping
something happened in Seattle
new elevators

(

i think porno boy
might be a good name, GokU
you wanna try it

holy fucking shit
tell us all you know, moxie
who are these posers

five mice can't drive cars
fuck me in the ear and call
my name today bitch

There's more than one
person being someone else
the Net is an open
season for all takers

Nothing is direct-
ed at anyone in par-
ticular ok?

"Defaced" equals, the
Submitting of hundreds of
Empty bad haiku

You know, the type of
Thing that makes the site really
Hard to read and use.

Don't worry my friends
I would never delete verse
Never Never Nev...

these haikus are shit
neither good nor poetic
bad zeros and ones

falling of the rift
certain of uncertainty
schizm of my soul

okay, okay
we'll just take the punches
for now

duhh, stop it guys really you should
let's just kiss and make up,and
try to make things better,
and do our best to be nicer

go suck moxie's seeds
its the only thing you do
where you most stand out

shut up fucking bitch
I don't add things in brackets
it's in the poem

when seeds have been sown
fresh blooms will flourish anew
must pull out some weeds

shut up you bitch-head
you cant even write poems
all you say is fuck

(much like a dumb-blonde)

hang in there janis
some might rise up from ashes
others badly burnt

costs nothing for you
no effort no poetry
you've got shit for brains

mox is the Anonymous Poet
it's his style, he copies names

all of you, i am
sorry i was such a dick
please, just forgive me

Hey Mr. Ronin
You seem like youre rolling
Shut up your droning

Fuck you Mox!

go brood elsewhere mox
you dont deface you shit head
you defecate heaps

fuck you too lone wolf
another stinking feral
should be shot on sight

i brood and brood
just what is "defaced" to be precise
the definition to me seems
to be subjective and
quite restrictive. one man's fun is another's censorable delight. this omen does not sit well...

fuck you AP
you dont tell us
what to do around here

(but deletion is not pretty,
hope this is the last. regardless,
it's still public, cost is immaterial.)

MoX SkTz tHe LeE SkTz
yOu HaVe a PlAce iN ThIs SiTe
SiX fEeT BeLoW DuDe

nO fLoWeRs fOr Me
I aM MiSteR BumBLe Bee
I dO tHe FlOwErs

(i SiP nEctArs, YoU sUcK ScUm)

oops oops oops oops
Two many entries I see
oops oops oops oops

You silly people
Bicker through the poetry
Are ya'll just that bored?

Make silly haiku
Or serious if you want
Apply Golden Rule

You silly people
Bicker through the poetry
Are ya'll just that bored?

Make silly haiku
Or serious if you want
Apply Golden Rule

I wish I could set
things right and repair instead
of debate and blush

The last haiku should
Be called, "why I deleted
a bunch of entries"

Perhaps you cretins
Out there in haiku land
Should know all of this

I do pay money
For server space etcetera.
This place if for fun

So when you deface
This site and try to break it
I have to fix it

Be considerate....

on the other side
of the machine we don't know
each other's own real lives

in any debris
the best thing to do is make
a new, rebuild, home

photodocument
the moment caught in a flash
happened in the past

my smart metaphor
touches a literal nerve
amidst the decay

photos document
what time wilfully ignores
when memory fades

Such sweet sacrifice
floras in their beings will
dying, to give life

a precious flower
blooms resplendent for a while
until it decays

rEcenT eVentS HaVe
SpLIt mox'S pErSonaLity
InTo hAlvEs - mox, LEE

Shampoo, pink fur dye
dental floss, toothbrush, pink shades
it looked just insane

"Why was I made a Cat,
when I shall become a man?"
Ribbons, bonnet, bed.

Looking at its paws,
musing, for what good reason
it had to lose them

Persian denailed, slid
soft paws helplessly holding
its face hit the wall

FUck this sh!T haickus are fucking stupid and
yyou people who sit here and write this shit all
day sho=uld be fukking ashamed of your selves
get a fucking life ...haikus get old
write a fuckin novel

an old poet stoops
to smell the flowers then spits
walks away abhorred

too much trivia
not enough pieces of art
grandma has a cock

jesus would tell you
not to tell such fucking lies
now fess up moxie

the road less taken
was covered with bones of those
waylaid by the cares of this world