Blah, blah, blah
yakity smakity,
blah, blah, blah
by sexually frustrated
i feign attention
she rambles on about life
while my balls turn blue
by sexually frustrated with loquacious girls who turn into complete prudes at the last minute
i know she likes me
pulls her hair behind her ear
to show me her face
by sexually frustrated
Ten minutes he takes
Between his expositions
So long must we wait
by Not Eskay of DC
i'm a narcissist
sex is only fun for me
if there's a mirror
by sexually frustrated (american pyscho should have won an oscar)
bureaucratic sex
i make her sign a waiver
before insertion
by sexually frustrated
mired in quick sand
we live life at break-neck speed
sink that much faster
by sexually frustrated (god i love metaphors, even when they're pretensious and unwieldy.)
Me, the ass bandit
All little boys run away
Me the ass, bandit
by Not Eskay of DC
i am freud's wet dream
a scatological mess
unrepressed indeed
by sexually frustrated (why call me names, when haikus work that much better?)
my bowel movements
like a smooth assembly line
but more productive
by sexually frustrated (yes, i am a dick head, you're very observant.)
got my first obscene
return call today, sorry
ladies, I'm now gay
by onjaysun (what will I tell the 'rents?)
William Nippress sucks
he is racist and foolish
we are all humans!!!!!!
by vix of groovy heuvy
Hi William Nippress!! SF has been
making everyone here look bad, so
think we should contact the web
administrator...let me know
by Anonymous Poet
sf just gave himself up
what a homo
by Anonymous Poet
sf is a dickhead
by Anonymous Poet
The problem of grass
is that it keeps on growing.
Support lawnmowers
by William Nippress
A constant is not
ever a constant if it
by William Nippress
Separators of
Elements, molecular
diverse vibrations
by William Nippress
The small humble cup
To keep what
by William Nippress
Those wishing to fly
The mind understands problem
Must first grow some wings
by William Nippress
Whizzing by death in
the fast lane he sees life but
outside life
by William Nippress
I try to let go,
but fail miserably
please don't let this end.
by something rosie
I will always be
a slave to the schedule
that I'm forced to keep.
by something rosie
for all my homies,
my cuddies keepin it real,
Shake them hatas off
by something rosie
what's rosie's power?
she is not fucking stupid,
like one little shit.
by Cornea Pete of not naming names
have been on google
can't find what i'm looking for
that pisses me off.
by tiger of vegas
haven't been around
but where the hell are you frank?
driving in your car???
by tiger of vegas
hey there is no need
to be hating on rosie
rob and pete agree
by tiger of vegas
looks like you have fans
rosie what is your power?
cause i'm not real sure.
by something posie of never never land
i'm pretty stoked
this weekend is gonna rock
party with my friends.
by tiger of vegas
AIN'T I CUTE HAAHAAAA
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
DADDY SAYS I'VE ALL THE
MAKINGS OF A GRAND WIZARD.
BUT I NEED TO LYNCH MY FIRST
NEGRO BEFORE I MAKE IT IN THE
BIG TIME.HAAAHAAA
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
BLACK PEOPLE LOOK LIKE DUNG.
CAN'T GOD WIPE HIS ASS
PROPERLY AND WIPE THESE
DINGLEBERRIES FROM THE EARTH?
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
YOU SEE THE ART OF FORGERY
IS TO TRY AND MAKE YOUR
VICTIM SOUND MORE INTERESTING
THAN HE ACTUALLY IS. THEREBY
THE REAL HAIKU WILL NEVER LIVE
UP TO THE FAKE ONES. I POOP
ON YOU.HAAAAHAAAA
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
HAHAAAA, I MADE IT SO HE
CAN'T EVEN USE HIS REAL NAME
ANYMORE WITHOUT SOUNDING
LIKE A FOOL. NOW THIS IS HOW
YOU FORGE YOUNG GRASSHOPPER.
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
YES, HE IS GAWD. I MAKE LOVE TO HIM IN MY DREAMS WHEN I'M
DONE PLEASURING MY STEPDADDY
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
DID I MENTION MY LORD OF THE
RINGS LUNCH PALE? FOR REAL
THIS SHIT'S GONNA BE WORTH
MILLIONS SOME DAY. DUNGEON
MASTER REPRESENTIN
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
DAMN I FORGE HAIKUS JUST
ABOUT AS WELL AS PLAYING
CABARET IN FRONT OF MY
DADDY'S FRIENDS.
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
BOY SCOUT IN DA HOUSE, YOU
THOUGHT YOU WAS RID A ME
BUT I'M BACK EATIN SMORES AND
SPORTIN MERIT BADGES, WORD.
by Richard Larson of Springfield, IL
crabs and lobsters
staring in my bedroom window
haunting my sleep
pooping in william nippresses
house, sexually frustrated looks
on, wondering what is up...
by William Frustrated
I AM GAWWWWWD!
by sexually frustrated
I AM GAWWWWWWWWD!
by William Nippress
three quarters of life
wasted on sleep and hygiene
we live off the scraps
by sexually frustrated
Not in my stomach
My menscycle has crashed
All its wheels fell off
by Anonymous Poet
we clip our toe nails
bathe with regularity
to hold back the beast
by sexually frustrated
too bad I can't spell,
but on a day like today,
it is expected.
by something rosie (I swear I can spell stomach)
knot in my stomache,
damn women's menstral cycle,
gets the best of me.
by something rosie
Drawing attention
Demanding thumb goes straight up
Cars whiz by my spot
by William Nippress
Clouds over my head,
so gloomy here in Waco,
wait, no...it's just me.
by something rosie
you lack concreteness
dancing in your abstraction
trod the earth my friend
by sexually frustrated (good writing always moves from the particular to the universal and not the other way around.)
