as the new light breaks
bad haiku seems so pointless
what a night i had

and now Moxie says
please mind your f-s and b-s
thank you, please drive thru

a red light

fuck off moxie

ye olde ol' or OLD
no matter what I try here
nothing comes out right

in Maine many mass?
had no idea those 'ol yanks
hell-bent Catholics

shit kid, seems like you
need to get out to the country more

i hate you friggin geeks and your sucky haikus
you're all better than the next
humor is nonexistent here with you fucking holier-than though jerks.

Ah, Boston, well, we
like the Red Sox up here but
in maine many Mass

people drive too damn fast

Well, it's a snipping
contest...xxx
love y'all later

*twelve*

geez, can't spell OR type today

back to work I guess...

I call it a day
first twleve hours fairly light
then it fades to black

Sarcasm is lost
On many here in webland
I call it a day.

(Bye)

chubby buddha smiles
huge, bronze and stationary
Hong Kong memories

don't you liberals
get me wrong, you have potential
but if you waste it

pussies are cowards
right? why don't I drive by
and show how much of a man
I am and get thrown in jail?

you get lost very much
hacking for weaknesses
Christian, not give up

trying to save foolish heathens...

lost in Chinatown
looking for some good Dim Sum
Asians everywhere

like the demons
taunted Jesus, "you worthless whore..."
then they were beaten

like Hitler, killing
till he killed himself
people full of hate, die when

fresh meat? do they
serve you with chili or?
do you just come with cheese?

ah, well, we remember
the gang wars in East and West
coast? Over socks I think...

looking for normal
rhythms of spring ebb and flow
impossible here

you friggin pussies
i want to throw up chunks
go jump off a bridge

hock a loogie at
a lawn sale and see how many
donate money there

cthulhu sat down
at mcdonalds and ordered
a smile, and ate the employees

another, back in black
came back the very next day
some say as a cat

Wise man once say this:
Gentle Sparrow will fly up
And above fire.

I think it has gone
from bad haiku to BDSM haiku
whip me in five lines

there's a guy named
ap here, who, Scorpio himself
is quite ruthless in kind

I say to not fight
But flamers seem to protest
Juvenile ones

It seems to me that
The Internet is only
one to talk to you

Hey, impersonator
I do Elvis better...now
the real me kicks myself in the ass

the fake me, kicks others in the ass

go kill each other on Survivor, we can watch you safely from a distance

The mighty will grow
Like sapling in the cool spring
Others seem to snap.

that is ironic
I too love it in the ass
Moxie licks my nuts

everyone needs a
friend to tell them, back off and
stop arguing over nothing

Well, I seem to be
getting back, what others are
feeling, and I guess

the gothic angels
are in heaven too

not really, my lady
but I seem to be getting
chastised well, but others

don't seem to need my
self aggrandisement
chastisement

Trouble is only
What you make of it, Dear Mox
Do you like trouble?

the famous clash song
should I stay, should I go? well
trouble either way

I don't understand
Why someone says they will go
But then they just stay

Impersonations
Run rampant in here as well
Why must you fuss so?

Stop fighting in here
One laughs for but short while
Then joke gets too old.

Fuck off, Moxie

I think I like some
of the things people come up
with in response to me

but I like it better
when they write haiku about
their real lives, and ignore me

ronin could get a
bulldozer, but seriously
if I can clean my room

you can as well

well, every shit needs
his flies, keep buzzing, we all
know who the lord of

the flies is, and you
sound like buzzing to me

buy a bowflex, the
money for that gun, I say
would go better in

exercise...

I can kill myself more cheaply if I want anyhow

Is it a reflection
of what we ourselves are
going through, what is

Well, Jesus was about
Mercy, and not so much the law
He'd tell me to get the fuck up

and stop being a sinner
and sin no more
and he'd offer the same advice to you

without the "fuck off Moxie" for example

Is how you treat me
noted by God as well? not
as deep, but a sin as well?

When you look at the
signs, you see birdhouses and
I told mom I wanted

to hang myself in
the attic, but here I am
alive, and thinking of life

my junk is gone

what do you all do
or, if I were gone, did you
write any good poetry

in the first place not
complaining about
or repeating "fuck off scapegoat # 666"

you're too hard on me, so I'm wrong, but you are too

I have people I
care about and all I've
been doing is obcessing

to some this is funny
and I really have thought of
killing myself over

this website and the people here

I am sorry, I am
oversensitive and lash
out at anything

thinking I can fight
back and win your friendships by
letting myself get

hit, shot, stabbed, raped...
a witch told me to turn the other cheek

No, I can choose to
go to hell, as can you, and
the choice is all yours