Definitely not Soren K. He said
We had to achieve authenticity
And make the leap of faith and all
that, he didn't say that life was
inherently meaningless.

hmm, brimstone
I think I'll go to a bar
and ask if someone can mix me one

some people just
settle for a magic 8 ball
and worry about losing

their loan to Ditech

What about brimstone
Can't have the fire without
Brimstone, what the hell is
brimstone anyway.

Well, when man sets
itself up as a know it all God
then, critics abound

and destroy themselves
(nietzche and heidegger huh,
what about Soren K.?)

well, indeed, but that
would be by fire and not flood
or Robert Frost, that old New Englander insisted on ice

So did Melville, Nietzsche
Heidegger, in a way Buddha, all
The Indian mystics and Beckett.
Not a very original theory.

Or then again, God
Could just be conducting his
Spring house cleaning.

Vonnegut did theorize
a God of Indifference
who left Free Will for us on our own

well, then there was
Corey Heart who wore his
sunglasses at night

so he could
so he could
have a top 40 song

God's left the building
He said "Fuck it, you guys are
On your own for now on."

hmm, the design to
shadowly, intimidate
sort of a fuzz idea

I wear sunglasses
On the subway to furtively
Stare at people.

Then again, I've always
like the idea of a Pagan
future and a Goddess
but I could never be
a vegetarian either

I think God is pissed
that his Creation is rebelling
against itself and

He has to put a stop to it

God and Allah
Are high fiving it up there
Reached agreement to kill us all.

why does someone wear
sunglasses in a dimly lit
florescent atmosphere?

ok, about gay chickens?
they get laid but
what about laying eggs

this whole thing is scrambled anyways

some people do that
film it, and sell it
probably under chicken and porn

if some people had
their fantasies
Ursula K. would have us

choose our genders at 13

Locked up in a
Chicken coop for years on end
I'd probably fuck chickens.

yes, but, who, what
where why and how, if
it is not rape then it

is smiley purple rainbows?????

It's interesting
Playing out my fantasies
But not quite as good

Of course forced gayness
Happens everday in our
Prison systems.

perhaps, man turns
gay, out of frustration
bi, default...

What hilarity
Man turns homosexual
By default.

some people go bi
and wonder where they
belong at all mind you

sometimes who gives a

It's liberating
And quite comfortable too
Wearing womens' clothes

Since I'm shunned by girls
I choose to copulate with
My own suffering.

Life is irony
Man takes thirty Zoloft pills
And ends himself.

signs signs, everywhere
the warnings aim to a crab
in the white house

trying to make this homeland
secure...

AP is a Scorpio
like myself, stingers raised
he must be single too

if you eat the poison fruit
perhaps you will gain a tolerance
and a resistance

Anonymous thinks
He's the policeman of good
Taste, go bake a cake bitch.

the disease of the blasphemous toungue
is better than mad cow disease
or mystery pneumonia

But Daaad! Saddammy
don't play fair...Shut up, Dub... I'll
turn this tank around!

well, the problem is sex
you're a decent poet
writing "bad" poetry

Don't discriminate
Against bad haikus, hate every
bad poet equally.

in a way though, I
see a lot of you as the McDonald's
of poets, fast food thoughts
lots of calories
could be better

I think I just like
the abuse, the, competition
with the voices above

mox...why don't you just
fuck off...no one wants you here
nobody at all

When life gets me down
And everything collapses
I wear lingerie

yes, bob had the answer
to handle trolling but, I think
all I wanted to do was

contribute

shall this war go on
for months on end, controversy
of another Texan admin?

it's better words than
missles, but still words give
the order to fire

death is death by
any means, and to support it?
I feel damned if I do or don't

being a "troll"
is in a way shooting oneself
in the foot to avoid a draft

speaking of forbidden fruit
aren't we where the cradle
of civilization is? at war now?

having this disease,
is speeding my adulthood,
and also my end.

When I'm sixty-eight
I want my trophy wife to
Clean the house quickly

do not write of mox'
he is the forbidden fruit
of all bad haiku