Digits Explode With Remorse
Over Stephen Hawking
Using Sign Language On Death
by samhain
William, I have decided
we should be
together
by sexually frustrated
not mine not mine not mine not
mine not mine not mine not mine
not mine not mine not mine
by William (no haiku is mine on here) Nippress of SF + WN = LOVE
what ever happened to my main
man george michael?
by William (none of these are mine) Nippress
Complementary sweets
Laced with bromide to stop you
Joining mile high club
by airline pilot
If is what if is
If is, is as if is does
If is is if is?
by William Nippress
knitting socks is great
twisting turning moaning, wait
was I knitting socks ?
by mellie
England is not shit
Ok, well, maybe it is
but it could be worse
by A Student of it has been worse
31084, 31085, 31086, If Is? 31087, 31089, 31091, 31092 Not mine
by William Nippress
i am homophobic, but I am NOT
one of them....uh...well, hey...now.
i hate them....uh...no, yes...
it is very fashionable to be gay in
europe you know...
by William Nippress
yaaaay me!
by William (SF's lover) Nippress
Rolls Of Fat In Her Ear
Care Not For Love Of Fear
Dragging Sunflower Shame
by samhain
george and the queen
know what i mean?
getting busy on a saturday eve
by William Nippress
Enter Evil Hero
Subdued By Cookie Plazm
Wandering Jew In Chains
by samhain
"We are the worrrrrrrrld, we are
the chilllllllldrennnnnnn!"
by William Nippress of SF how bout we go a round??
When I say that certian haiku
is not mine, it could only mean
that I am lyin'. I have two
personalities, but I know if is SF
that I want to squeeze.
by William Nippress
I demand reparations for slavery!
Stop the evil white man from
suppressing us! Give me money
for my pain and torture!
by William Nippress (care for a shag, SF?)
SF and me,
sitting in a tree
K I S S I N G
by William Nippress
She Was My Slave
Until I Freed Her
Now She Is Dead
by samhain
Where Is God Today?
Where Are My Shoes?
God took Them
by samhain
I Saw Hitler Today,
At Mass, Praying For A Little Girl,
Praying For Stuffed Turkey
by samhain
Kafka, Burning In His Bed,
Warm Toast Environs Of Evil.
Disciple Of Volcano Currents
by samhain
SF, out our room
Son don
by Love you SF, Dad
she calls me yet again
when she feels the need
it accentuates our distance
by searle of not with her
20's, tight jeans, sweating stinky
pussy stink. smell of stinky snatch
hot in tight girlie stink jeans
by Anonymous Poet
tight jeans, stinky pussy inside,
stinky sex snatch stinking in her
tight jeans, hot stink
by Anonymous Poet
Living In Your Garden Of Evil,
While Jello Pudding and Bill Cosby,
Soak In A Bath Of Mustard Gas
by samhain
Burnt Grandma Sandwich,
Flying Like A Russian Flag,
In The Oven Toasted Nihilism
by samhain
I hardly think you!
A stooge for insurance
Are fit to ask that
by Students Dad
Need to talk son
I know you think it
by Love you SF, Dad
Mr. Nippress clone
Is it necessary to write
about such rubbish?
by A Student of CGNU
That "retards" should read
U.S. government but it
still means the same thing
by A Student of Maybe I should have written Useless Suckas
I know where they are
Saddam sold his weapons to
Osama and friends
by A Student of That's what the retards will be saying next
You think he
by William Nippress
Wander what
by William Nippress
Predicable Is
A virgin homosexual
That describes him well
by William Nippress
Where
by William Nippress
Fall asleep sitting
Waiting to be put away
Not playing with me?
by William Nippress
Rummage in my mind
Squelching clammy fingers find
Must try to be kind
by William Nippress
I apologize
For all I know you
by William Nippress
Through my tears I see
Mellie going down, must know?
On who? Mellie who?
by William Nippress
With my tears forming
Moist rivers about my eyes
I read back past haikus
by William Nippress
The hatred is spreading fast
Vietnam may be nothing
Compared to this war
by Limey
Administration?
Rumsfelds just taking the piss
He thinks your stupid
by Limey
No weapons of mass destruction found
by Limey
Office manager
In Pakistan earns about
Twenty dollars month
by William Nippress
Who needs works trappings?
Wealth is illusionary
To some I am rich
by William Nippress
