this is the road to
hell, hanging with the wrong
crowd and letting them

tear you to shreds
and answering back with
words like razors...

one can only say "kill myself"
too many times then get
sick of it themselves

death by hanging
causes ejaculations in the male
and in the female, just death

some feel the need to
go only some of the way
for some perverse pleasure

I want to put down
William here for joining the crowd
they slight each other
and call each other names
like children on line
words words words...
one more insecure comic hanging
in a noose, I am probably mad

If people keep feeding
the trolls, the only thing that stops
them is a diet of humble pie

well, life ain't a rose garden
and rumors will fly in the town of Rockland...perhaps someone will
buy it all up and kick the fishermen out

everyone here is too
self obcessed, including myself
close to losing another job
here over a couple of jerks
who know how to say slights
aside and get me talking to them
and getting myself in trouble

If I had never reacted to anyone here

slash slash, bleed bleed?
damn rainy thursdays

people will keep playing
one up with each other here
and the words and the
feelings, are different

My binoculars
can see into your soul, fool
and they see monkeys

I am a pimp

"Feeeeelings, nothing more than
feeeelings!" (singing to SF)

I
Luv
SF
Cuz
He's
Kewl

SF and I are getting married in a
"Star Wars" themed ceremoney.
It will truly be a gay event!

"Go Zabadooey, it's your birthday,
gonna sip Bacardi like it's your
birthday"
50 cent, from Get Rich or Die
Trying

I love the works of the great
Zabadooey. He has been a great
influenc in my life

Boring, boring, bord
Time to change the record SF
And your other names

Round and round he goes
Boring hell out of us all
Each name just the same

Same words used again
So too are all the Phrases
After little time

Larson, stinky, and
SF, Zabadooey too
All are one we know!

SF crossly writes!
But no one said it was you?
Your too self obsessed

Don't mock the monkeys
they are overworked by Nipps
writing 'his' haiku

Pity him he

Don

His world is shrinking
He

Probably past help
Distrusted by everyone
His course has been set

His Paranoia
Grows with each imagined slight challenge to himself

Walls are closing in
So wrapped up in his tired angst
Nothing will he see

Not seeing his distress
How heartless his parents must be
Self absorbed no doubt

Screams for attention
Just like any lonely child
Pity for his mind

Self-delusional
He sees himself a champion
Others see the truth

He

Summersaults hoarsely
Voicing his dull opinions
No one wants to read

Exercising thoughts
He

Southern gulf my pitch
United Arab Emirates
Qatar and Oman

Subtle diversions
Takes away all the attention
Leaves me on my own

Dark speckled blue sky
This brilliant sunshine morning
Must clean the windows

True sun worshiper
Catching the early morning
My dog lays stretched out

31561, 31562, 31569, 31571, 31590, 31591, 31592, 31953 31595, 31599, not mine:

...a spray of cool mists
glides over a garden pond
....white lotus glowing

waiting by the phone
perhaps next week I will give
her my phone number

Ah, delerium.
I stayed up all night last night
talking to myself.

A relationship?
I'd rather get another
apadravya.

well, ashes to ashes
ash aside we all turn to dust
so living or dying

in the end it is all
the same so might as well
live, pathetic is opinion

yes everyone should die
they're all vomit, they suck
grandma has a penis,
the old man in the mountain fell in
and my life is worthless but at
least I have cheese.

proof I need to get
a life if I'm paying one
bit of attention...

Well, I just popped in to see
what was going on, now...if anyone
can get me right...I don't want to
kill anyone but myself so...

People can pretend if they like like
I did, but if I'm still around to answer to all this silliness

A foolocracy
of imbecilic cretins
who are all inbred

Buddy have you read your stuff?
IT

We do know!
You

Hairs burn yet leaves splash.
Hail waits yet flowers return.
Walking hail clashes.

NOT MINE