missed Survivor four
can anyone out there tell
who got booted off?
by waiting r us
My jeep got new tires
That's like my third favorite
use of black rubber.
by onjaysun
we brought balloon grapes
to the harvest festival
and much fruit was pressed
by flask of scotch
you can walk a mile
in someone else's shoes, sure...
but wear your own socks
by idiocy r scotch
the man asked me to
put myself in other shoes
and they didn;t fit
by Nyx
it was blue velvet
walking talking tongues in dreams
bluer than velvet
by mellie, down there, up here
All you need in love...
One to eat the nekkid part
of the Oreo
by onjaysun (for S.I.C.)
was at the crossroads
I met no devil evil
wondering 'bout my soul
by mellie, wet down south
classics now revolve
chamber; slot; cock back; aim; fire;
mis-take! shoot again!
by Garik of Jersey
Ohhhhh noooooo! new neighbor
plays roy orbison loudly!
kill me now, hurry!
by !!!!!
Bush as president
Could change a sodomy charge
to
by Anonymous Poet
bush lights a short fuse
without knowing its ending
ignorance is bliss
by ap
historic moment
decline of the empire
you will remember
by ap
anyone out there
am I in this world alone
no ones here with me
by some internet chick
my phone had just rang
telemarketers again
what a crappy job
by some internet chick
so my poems arent great
but than neither is my life
well at least I try
by some internet chick
its my somber place
bad haiku helps me to cope
when life treats me bad
by some internet chick
Everytime I am here
I am in a real sad mood
ONCE, can I be happy??
by some internet chick
K, you commented
on my unmatched haiku style
is it good or bad
by some internet chick
I am not ugly
but not quite drop dead gorgeous
why am i alone
by some internet chick
onjaysun, you say
naked bingo will be fun
do you wanna join
by some internet chick
moment of saying
BITCH, and she overheard for
it was someone else...
by Nyx
the ceaseless effort,
to lead an effortless life,
this is the party!
by joe sam, are you having fun kids?
October's sunset
inside colors of a shell
thrown upon the shore
by Gwenhyfar
Tree above the Bank
green, yellow, red..Wow, it's Fall..
or a clown blowed up.
by onjaysun
harvest festival
earthen musk of thousand leaves
flask of scotch in hand
by old oak trees in backyard r us
while waiting for may
I'll revel in October
drop out for winter
by pocketful of keys r us
do not drop out love
waiting for may is better
future will be bright
by Bob Jones, Esq. of El Armpito, TX
hotmail asks again
"are you smarter than j. lo?"
with that ass, who cares?
by Anonymous Poet
relentless homework
want to drop out so so bad
May where are you at?
by tiger of vegas
oh! for some more sleep
lucky that baby is cute
or i'd strangle him
by ash
if years can be "gone"
isn't it quite strange how they
manage to "add up"
by mathmeticians rnt us
here's a dumb riddle:
what's brown and sticky? a stick!
i said it was dumb
by idiocy r scotch
so hard not to gaze
at all the bumming one sees
at the nudist beach
by voyeurs r us
never lost for words
pesky telemarketers
relentlessly speak
by love having the opportunity to be RUDE r us
I am lost for words...
wondering what to say...
my cousin gazes
bumming for rides
by Anonymous Poet
Under flickering
florescent, brainless job in
LA, land of glitz
by Lillie of California
Laying on the couch
My Belly oozes over
Can't reach the remote
by kackarott of Football Sunday during a commercial
Closing in on my
one-five-two tri-mester, can
walk, talk....still urps though.
by onjaysun
Hey, Betty la Bomb
Missed you, Missouri, and a
lack of pretension
by Lillie of California
another year gone
almost my birthday again
life goes by quite fast
by ash
san francisco has
many fun places to have
a drink with Janis....
by k
spent a week on the
north umpqua river...quite wet
grandma has a cock
by k
from the sweet child's mouth
a great swarm of shrieking bats
a black cloud boiling
by Hollywood Bonfire
summers' eve won't help
she should try hot kerosene
grandma has a cock
by ap
my cock is throbbing
thinking about all that yeast
we could make some beer
by ap
it's all good they say
art in any way
so what is the point of trying
art is crap
by peter searle the younger of australia
it's all good they say
art in any way
so what is the point of trying
art is crap
by peter searle the younger of australia
Sweat beads on her brow
Dough she is kneading needs yeast
Scratches her panties
by Crimson Tide
Where do the farts go?
When silence must be observed
Riding on the lift
by pinched rictus
