Hail Mary full of
grace fill me up take gods place
in my....nevermind

crossed dildos upon
my bedroom wall conjure my
insatiable lust

Come, sayeth the Lord
Come again, sayeth the Lord
fill yourself with Me.

Jesus is coming
and the good book recommends
water-proof clothing

She is nineteen still;
Sit on my face, Britney Spears,
Baby, one more time.

Yes, it's not about religion, but I was inspired.

Altar boys should know,
prayer is best done on your knees,
receive Moxie's body

Wherever two have
Gathered in my name- I'm there
Gathered in their ass

verily, as it is
in heaven so shall it be
deep in my asshole

Haiku you do not
Flow easily from my tongue
You tricky fuckers

I just love Haikus
And I love disgusting sex
I win on both counts!

oh that was too good
much, much, much, much, much too good
to be mox for real

Call an exorcist
I got the Devil in me
Too late, I'm cumming!

With Moses in me
I'm as hard as stone, just like
The ten commandments

I kneel in prayer
Rocking in rhythm as I
Scream Your holy name.

Jesus likes my ass
Though Satan thinks it nice too
Front row seats? twelve bucks.

turgid Moses boy
Can you hit the spot? Grind me
and make me swoon!

The power of christ
Compells me to ram Satans
Dildo up my ass

este maestro
de los nachos...el tiene
mucho nachismo

i just want to note :
sixteen two thirty-seven
is a forgery

you missed it jewel
guv'ment is a local joke
austrayan syntax

as that old book says
"judge not lest ye be judge...ed?"
(read by Mike Meyers)

it takes some guts, ap,*
to confront that bigotry
so accepted here

*one syllable

and the psychosis
seems a projection of self
megalomaniac

this calling of "queer"
is reserved for bigots and
homophobes, n'est pas

the fuse has been lit
intellectual betters
are psychotic queers?

driving in driving
rain, darkest night, home but for
two hundred miles

long deep kiss goodbye
she's wet under her nightie
her scent on my hand

16241...that's bastardized...erratum

The Satirist fails
the satire that is unheard
is a satire lost

(maybe you should beef up on that satire
line?)

Sweet pristine words
undisturbed and free flowing
music for the soul

(see how you agonized and bastardize the
word just to fit? Guv'nance?!?)

"Keats had a meter
to contend with, it can make
you say anything..."*

- adapted to haiku format from Denis Johnson's "Already Dead"

I am the master
of Nachos, how about you?
I didn't think so.

genuises: rarely
understood in their own time,
much like idiots

the falling of the
world trade center was made up,
it is just a sham.
Q33NY