It is raining crap
I have forgotten my umbrella
Doesn't life smell sweet?

I still taste his breath
boy with the computer tan
So give geeks a chance.

A new toy today
Note: battery included
Oh, Hello Kitty!

Aah but then again
Very little I've seen here
Resembles haiku

Bumper sticker text
and "vintage" T-shirt drivel
are not haiku, friends.

The pope would say "Good,
"You can call me 'The big man',
"That's what the nuns say."

suicide, fire and brimstone
old duke, bowflex and
the same old haiku people...

suicide with boxflex on an old duke
spree playing metallica

with clam dip

I'm sorry, I can't keep a straight face...fucking funny Moxie impressions...

We could compare mass
And hold competions to
See who was better

If I was a priest
I could have lunch with the pope
On odd occasions

That's not my haiku
My fantasies aren't deranged
They're a bit obscure

Murder, bury mom
Then dig her up for one last
Anal ring toss game

I wish I was Priest
Then I could act out all my
Deranged fantasies

How the kitten plays
With the tip of the barrel
I pull the trigger

My old dick
In a jar by the sink
Or is that a pickle?

My old dick -
how green it looks
by firelight

Frozen dog-turd
slowly melting into the ground -
spring is coming

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Look, a burning bush
"Hello, oh bush." said Saddam
"Goodbye." said the bush...

i know iam a bitch but iam the pick of the litter

no ones a virgine life scerws us all

Saddam vs. Bond
storm the correct palace, James
avoid his henchman
Faruq Yusuf and
get, Mahboobs Arbig, the girl.
Better than Bush plan.

Wouldn't believe it
if I hadn't just seen it
Asian porn is weird

Green cheese on cold plate
sits there silently, growing
the revolution

hey there boston gal
like to see a shot of you
in your bunny suit

fire and brimstone
repent suicide jesus
now that IS moxie!

and with any luck
and a bit of grace and speed?
ski better than type

empty studio
only sunlight dances on
silent wooden floor

in power everyone
has enemies, whether they
want them or not

it is a fact of life

they stall for time
living a meaningless life
and the game continues

why can't I repent...

five minutes time
looking for the reaction
to their baiting

till suicide then
find someone else
cycle continues

hell grows

ass kissers in the
end, smell like the same
pile of shit they're used to

I think if a person
blew their brains out in cliques of
your own, deep down

you might feel the need to
consider it but on the surface
bubbly joking of how insane THAT
person was rather than doing the real work of looking inside yourselves

if I went silent
one day, I am not sure
if a celebration or wonderment

would happen...
I do know that, if I knew
of your in person

you would seem more human
and not people provoking my
own Satanic nature

Jesus, look at you
remembering catchphrases?
do you ammount to anything

significant here? I don't!
so, when will people here
fuck off themselves and

acutually get to the real business
of having real lives?

if any of you took
your own lives like I have hinted?
would I care? to me

you are just names and bullies
safe on line, to take out
unhappy frustrations

on someone who reacts to you

the thinking of murder
is Satanic, the fashions of man
are also Satanic,

Survivor survives
on the passions of those
destined for eternal damnation

My sister my friend
Reflections on broken glass

texan crude is king
a high octane president
highly flammable

we don't want a war
but we really like your oil
and we don't like you

let slip like a fart
pathetic lap dog of war
our prime minister

bang or a whimper
t.s. poet wants to know
how will it all end?

throwing 7's now
and george knows all the numbers
puppets feel the strings

roll fives and sevens
george and chaney hold the dice
Vegas in Iraq

little big man in
the white house scares me
go to Dallas george

fuck you, fuck me, bye,
tomorrow may not happen
like it did today

he is moxie-esque
in volume and in substance
different flavor, though

not all memories
are remembered at all times
and forgotten now

brick windows vision
you see what you want to see
end of time is coming

fuck george and chaney
the world is too small a place
for warheads and morons too.