swift kick in the ass
and tyrone is on his way
to the cotton fields

Oh, Pa, it's comin'!
"Remember, in the chest, son.
"Well done, no, stop that!"

new energy source
make all them fleet footed coons
run on hampster wheels

Can I come too, pa?
"Sure you can, son, take this gun
"Aim for the chest, son."

But P, mama said!
"I don't like gettin' aroused
"Before I kill, son."

i watch BET
those booty shake videos
are somewhat cliche

go to a black church
its like a wu tang concert
loud and retarded

What is all this jive?
Quit yo' slick preachin' brother
Yo' ain't got no style

black economics
he buys new shiny rims for
his used ford escort

black economics
he cashes in food stamps to
purchase malt liquor

they spit def poetry
a hundred years of freedom
and they still can't write

look at my afro
i am so afrocentric
wearing dashikis

they are so inept
too lazy to learn english
they speak ebonics

single parent home
another fatherless coon
future drug dealer

blacks show no restraint
they buy fubu clothes instead
of food for their kids

Martin Luther King
a dishonest sex addict
he was no Gandhi

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