ignorant yard apes
worshipping hip-hop culture
no wonder they're dumb

our nation's prisons
full of lazy porch monkeys
lock them up for good

coloreds are worthless
basketball and graffiti
are their main talents

i'm doing god's work
a professional racist
cleaning the world's poop

no nonsense skin head
leroy gets a curbie for
hitting on white girls

the men fuck infants
as an antidote to aids
they are beyond hope

the dark continent
the world's permanent shit stain
we should nuke them all

no hand-outs for coons
let natural selection
dictate their demise

loud puerto ricans
playing their taco music
they breed like chickens

hate the japanese
they do everything better
like quiet robots

necklace wearing wop
driving his new camaro
he reaks of garlic

ugly tiger woods
freaky abomination
no more race mixing

disease ridden chinks
infecting our world once more
slanty eyed bastards

hanging from a tree
like ducks in a chinese store
roast him on a spit

if the borders close
we will run out of wetbacks
to power sweatshops

no need to pay him
he works for watermelon
now that's a good slave

i want to suck sf's dick but he
won't respond to my email address.
please guys what do i do. i'm a
homo in confusion just desperate
for sf's hot cock up my ass. i try
forging his haiku but he doesn't
respond. please, i'm so horny
i need a break from door knobs
and beer bottles. i need some
real man flesh, what do i do?

There once was a man with no head
Who realised that he was dead
But then his thoughts stopped
His head had been chopped
A revolution, peasant lead

ash writes his haiku
after a difficult day
selling insurance

his years of practice
no substitute for his lack
of inspiration

relies on vocab
he makes competition out
of economy

those careless efforts
like reading samples from a
how-to manual

so clever he is
sacrifices honesty
for mindless wordplay

a worthless penny
satisfied with nothingness
we're in the same boat

ash is even more
self-indulgent than myself
worship his conceit

Wall of death/denial/ozone lotion,
killing outside in under pressure,
crush the joints and blood cells

Flower,
Death,
Buddah, Christ

Sexually Frustrated suck my balls,
Like a fly upon the wall,
like and suck enjoy the taste,
make some juicy ball juice paste!

shit fuck cunt ass bitch whore
crap poop

Open a little
wider my dear so that I
can get some more in.

Where would you implant
Collagen and who would you
Like to look like? Why?

Collagen implants
in my hips makes me look like
Betty Grable

Collagen implants
in my ears I look like Spock
beam me up Scoty

Collagen implants
in my nose make me look like
Carl Muldens father

Hair down to his knees
Belching profane words, student
accommodation

Oral cutlery
stimulation is a sin
covered with ice cream

Man or crockery
Crisis of identity
Buda says we

Is it possible
to fall in love with a bowl
maybe just good friends

Looks like wood but is
lacquered steel, so alluring
I gaze hypnotized

Cost me more than I
can afford but works of art
such as these are rare

This beautiful bowl
Lacquered many shades of brown
Arts high perfection

The grand announcement
Crisis on the Internet!
Running out of crap!

shitty cunt stain on the wall,
wont you go to hell at all?
wash your pussy fishy one,
then suck on my funny dong

My ball stink, like a pig pen.
My ass burnt from having my
salad tossed by billy bob

The gayness, of my anusss,
Makes me want to play-nuss!!

guitar strings ringing
reminiscence of ozone
steel acoustic smell

so many haiku
and i use the term loosely
so few works of art

you come and go (on)
frustrating not frustrated
sexual retard

There once was an old man called Jeff
Who, due to old age, was quite deaf
But he could still see
The vision of me
As I nailed his grand-daughter Steph

My psyche is damaged,
Like a flood from my cousin Willie,
Oranges, in a field of violent
chocolate bars