Word to ya mother!! Insane clown
posse inna howwwwwssssse!!!
Oh yeaaahh bayyybeeee ICP rocks
da pawwwwtyeeeeeee!!!
I love Liberace..

david dropped his baby blanket
and
died

NONE OF THESE HAIKUS ARE MINE
AT LEAST THAT IS WHAT I CLAIM
NONE OF THEM....WHAT IS WRONG
WITH ME? AM I INSANE? AM I
NUTS? WHAT AM I TALKING ABOUT?
I AM SORRY I AM CRAZY....

Winds from your booty brings poop
from the far Bay of whatchamacal
The plants will smoke it

William Nippress from the north
brings more William Nippress
from the south....egads!
What a concept..

Winds from north brings snow
from the far gay of buddah
The plants will love me

Winds from south brings rain
from the far Bay of Biscay
The plants will love it

Gold buttons in a
swath of green, nature

29233 to 29238 not mine

Hardly need to say
It but 29232 to
29232 not mine

Mox, eats rox in a box with a fox.
So much for Goldilocks....hahaaaaa
haaaaaaa,ahhhhhhhaaaaahhhaaa
haaaaaaa!!!!

"Announcing, King William of
Nippress, sir!" HAHAHAHAAAAAA!!
I AM SOOOO FUNNYYYYYY!!!
HAHAHAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAAA!

wIlLiAm NiPpReSs
HOW YA LIKE ME NOW??
DID I DO GOOD???

Buddah once said, "Willaim Nippress is like a bloney sammich..
stinky when you belch and fart it
back up cause it's made of
processed pig snouts and whatnot

I prepaid so I could watch the war.
Now my minutes are out,
So sell me some more.

Buddah (correct spelling, said,
"William Nippress rides the baloney
pony"

Nippress of William,
Jungle Boy
In the closet

I, William Nippress, smoke the pole
And, suggest you do the same,
Or die in flamers...

i really want food
i feel my stomach churning
finger nails for lunch

maybe she should start
making t-shirts too to go
with this place

I didn't go to church
I didn't have rice
I just bitched and complained here
and I didn't even get a lousy t-shirt
to go with it

The light of the eyes is as a comet,
And Zen's activity is as lightning.
The sword that kills the man
Is the sword that saves the man
.
Zen

It is too clear and so it is hard to see.
A dunce once searched for fire with a lighted lantern.
Had he known what fire was, He could have cooked his rice much sooner.
.
Searching for fire with
Lanterns prevents cooking rice
much sooner clearly

Buda said a good
horse will run at even the
shadow of the whip

It

Use traditional
fixed message and make it fit
with no loss of worth

Try it yourself, you
Have a great way with words but
lack tight discipline

The clich

It was not for you
It

i'm feeling tired,
of not feeling much more than,
just feeling tired.

alien in my brain
turning my art into cartoons
accidental cartoonist am i

feeling way to old,
i stop to smell the flowers,
withering for me.

here comes more heartbreak,
inspiration will follow,
seems "high school tragic"

don't be too hasty
seeking is not the best way
experience speaks...

i need a girlfriend,
if you are calloused and direct,
feel free to apply.

WHY DO I SMELL LIKE TUNA?
COULD IT HAVE SOMETHING TO DO
WITH A BALLOON-A?

there will be no
meat hooks or frozen bodies
in my life, I'm evil
enough already in my
pathetic self mockery
and letting these non-Christians
not save themselves, distracting
themselves with the empty confessional enemas
and joining right in myself

maybe I need to
go nuts and really be this
person they'd like me to be
mike meyers eating the flesh
only respected becase he's feared
a blank source, hears no mockery,
he cuts your hands off and throws you down for the sheer pleasure
of hell and psychosis

the fantasies of horror movies
are better not as realities but as release

the people on line
provoke to feel better
about themselves or
to drag another down
into their depths, not
to return because they feel
like they need to drag company
down to their level, so, they're
not alone in hell...

get on the fucking high ground with
me you lazy bastards and stop trying to drag me down, as you
can see, I'm doing a fine enough
job myself
to bring me down

I slice my wrists in
person, he says "see, I was
right!!!" and as I bleed to
death he grins in his insecurity,
smiling, kicking, smiling, kicking
till someone pulls him away
and cuts his throat, and it keeps
going, from Babel to Iraq

are you trying to provoke
me man? it won't help your
problems much at all...

never does

a self-righteous prick
claiming the moral high ground
his cliched queries

so warm and pleasant
hoochie mamas display their
new easter assets

pariah smokers
the summer smog approaches
thank you bloomberg

nothing is open
even whores take the day off
to ease their conscience

it's Easter sunday,
time for solemn rememberance,
and a candy binge.

If you could end all
deaths in the world by murder
of one baby, could you?

If we were all to choose
Which would win our honest vote?
Do we know ourselves?

The struggle between
good and bad is eternal
to what advantage?

My skin feels the wind
Long before I register
Just how cold I am