Nigga be crazy
He talkin like whitefolk
All up in the hizzle.
by sexually frustrated
Playa I ain't
Be tryin to pimp dem hos
all day, fo shizzle.
by sexually frustrated
No doubt next year
I'll be banging
All the Ivy League honeys.
by sexually frustrated
Just think about it
When I graduate from school
I'm worth six figures.
by sexually frustrated
Ha, full scholarship
In your face state college
Proletariat!
by sexually frustrated
Saddam is too proud
And George is too stupid
Tony is a fool
by A Student
Does he leave? Do we
invade? Is it right? WILL IT
SCREW UP SURVIVOR?
by onjaysun (PPP=person of practical priorities)
Rusting gaping bars
Tame sick decrepit jaguar
Menagerie ire
by William Nippress
OK, about this war:
>.>....I....<.<
>.>.>.I.<.<.<
>.>....I....<.<
by R. of PT
Mistress, I beg thee
I have sinned, punish me so
Let the whip strike deep
by A Student of Next week we can start with the kitchen knives
Eyes stare unfocused
Shapeless low flames dwindle
Passive embers glow
by William Nippress
Your young, tender flesh
So soft to the touch, but I
Want to go beneath
by A Student of Artificial insemination via the ear canal
Asbestosis death
U.S. Company avoids
Liability
by William Nippress
Chapter eleven
Evades half a million dead
Federal Mogul
by William Nippress
War, perversions, hate;
isn't there anything else that
we could write about?
by R. of PT
Sudden haiku halt,
I have nothing more to say...
Did I ever had?
by R. of PT
Floating serenely
Gold dandelion flower
Gift from the spring sea
by William Nippress
Erection
Hidden from view
Inner shame
Fear of discovery
by searle of My pant are tight
Sing, Haiku, Haiku
So good I sent it twice
Twasant my fault though
by William Nippress
Sharp night hard cold frost
Grieving eerie night bird calls
Flat loveless tome
by William Nippress
Sharp night hard cold frost
Grieving eerie night bird calls
Flat loveless tome
by William Nippress
Time to consider
Late night walks to clear the head
Frosty moonbeams scowl
by William Nippress
Just thought I
by Anonymous Poet
Bad time for Betty
Life
by William Nippress
Thanks to you student
I got it, very funny
27288
by William Nippress
Oh betty betty
life's in several boxes
mean life of mine bet
by mellie
good night my dear friend
school starts quite early for me
i must get some sleep
by Bob Jones, Esq. of El Armpito
without a great friend
a lonely lot for one's life
tiger, frank and pete
by Bob Jones, Esq. (ode to friends) of El Armpito
dear sir from "the Pit"
such eloquence with the words
and such the best friend
by Cornea Pete
current management
shallow-end gene-pool swimmers
pete is zen master
by Bob Jones, Esq. of El Armpito
so says mr. dog,
"i'm tired of this see-saw,
i am getting off."
by Cornea Pete
guess it could be worse,
i could be working with some,
educated pricks.
by Cornea Pete
the outcome for you
not limited by knowledge
you possess enough
by Bob Jones, Esq. of El Armpito
is this the outcome,
of not finishing college?
dim-witted assholes.
by Cornea Pete
a wandering stranger
a speeding train on the tracks
life hits him head on
by Bob Jones, Esq. of El Armpito
if you want to know,
how to make me so bitter,
she will show you how.
by Cornea Pete
When it all comes down
I'll focus hard on this box
full of childhood dreams
by Betty LeBomb
My life is so soft
that my opinions don't count
on matters so coarse
by Betty LeBomb
Sifting through volumes
to reduce my dreams and hopes
to this tiny box
by Betty LeBomb
I so try to hide
cutting the cords and lines of
communication
by Betty LeBomb
a moment of truth
many more years of bullshit
some lifetimes of hate
by ash (... that's much more accurate)
The world is outside
and I am inside this block
of solid concrete
by Betty LeBomb
Tapping on the floor
wind gently strumming the blinds
to hear the frogs chirp
by Betty LeBomb
a moment of truth
many more years of bullshit
a lifetime of hate
by ash
Crumbling mountain top
chunks down into the river
to form the beach sand
by Betty LeBomb
Such an arc of blue
went streaking across my sky
moment I met you
by Betty LeBomb
Quick trip to Venus
left me tired, hungry and broke
amongst sulfur dunes
by Betty LeBomb
fuck off all moxie-like individuals!
by Anonymous Poet
Existentialist
Shivers before the abyss
Why not see what's there?
by sexually frustrated
If I scratched a beat
It might scream: phitcha phitcha
Drop kick my hopscotch.
by Frank Grimes
