The guy who figured
Haiku war truly will work
Really should be shot

The guy who figured
College was a good idea
Really should be shot

somehow people know
when a loser's in the midst
go for jugular

Not being a baby
or even childish, but
what's it all about

I just want to know
why you always single me out
and ripe on my stuff

NEWS FLASH for you two
I dont care what you think
not gonna stop writing

i was just curious
about your age, no statement
of hate there is there?

some internet chick
GOD girl what a baby YOU
it isn't just k

SERIOUSLY K,
what is it with you, and me.
just leave me alone

Elvis was the king,
but not king of the Squirrels.
Anyway, he's dead.

Got them Cordon Blues,
'cause my cheese up and left me.
Cheese done run away.

Spock isn't sleeping.
It's worse than that

how about you k?
are you really as ripe a
cunt, as you portray?

teeheeteeheeteehee......

seriously chick,
is your character real? You
seem weirdly naive.

full moon slips through clouds
still shadows suddenly leap
back into darkness

seriously, K
why's it on me, that you have
centered your hatred

winter signatures
hieroglyphics etched in snow
black-nibbed chickadees

winter's signature
hieroglyphics etched in snow
leaves mixed messages

half a year went by
operation tomorrow
bare my sole once more

seriously chick
how old are you really? 12?
I'm just curious....

rain is great and cold
weather means all the fall col-

ors really come out...

Night; and once again,
the while I wait for you, cold
wind turns into rain.

We know J-Lo blows.
The issue without debate.
At least she's not Shakira.

A "Shep of the tongue",
presidential in nature.
Fox "strategery"?

Shakira is lame.
If not for Pepsi-Cola,
wouldn't know her name.

I hate it here at
Ralph's, there is no Workman's Comp
for conveyor burns

Stolen by a frat
guy, only to spend hours
in a pledge's ass

Once again kid
I am not a sword, please stop
smacking your sister

Playboy, Whipped Cream and
a fly swatter...I want to
party with that dude.

Twelve cans of Friskies
an Enquirer, a six of
Zima and they say
she ain't date-able
View From a Plastic Express
Lane Dividing Rod

so many bad poems
so many ideas and
most of them are haiku and
some are not but,
some are

Runnin' on empty
Surfed and surfed till the sun rose
Why do I do this?

Sol quando avro'
qualcosa da dir, diro' -
Senza promessa

m.d. oh no ah
can you please check the cookies
harder softer yah.

and if not Judas
then the question to ask: "What
would Chicken John do"?

I'm on the tee-vee:
I'm a weatherman, a god,
a quarterback. wow!

what would Jesus do?
maybe, a better question:
what would Judas do?

radio aardvark,
a tunnel of gelatin --
turn it up, brother!

see me, octopus?
maybe not? maybe never?
three questions, total.

jump jump jump jump jump!
I'm a super jumping frog --
bad motor finger!

gooseberry Gotham!
a tingle, a sparkle? hmm...
are we still breathing?

captain cocoa says:
remember to brush your teeth
with purple frosting.

you say good-bye and
I say hello: swim with me!
express yourselves now!

template one seven:
download cyber box and then
we drop our goodies.

neek neek neek neek neek
siki siki siki soo --
barfo barfo zip!

root beer shrimpie kid,
big old cheese doodle milkshake --
another question?

big robot mama --
teats of steel drip gasoline,
shoe size 22

Am I a wizard?
I am not an envelope,
not a butterfly

red dot, green lines, God!
pepper monkey dollar bill,
action figure Pope

weasel sheep sheep sheep,
dreams of candied elephants --
toopie toopie foog