Where do my pens go?
Maybe Roger Moore steals them
And colours in hats
by A Student of Trying to bloody revise
Where is Roger Moore?
I'm sure I put him behind
The box of cornflakes
by A Student of Bond movies
Prostate expanding
Vas deferens constricting
How complex, pissing?
by Maestro of Manhattan
Bodies are burning
Along the Strip of Gaza
Damn property rights
by Maestro of Manhattan
I am but human
My balls itch and I'm hungry
Scratch me n' feed me!
by Maestro of Manhattan
Bored as in Hell by
Pseudo-Intellectuals
Occupying space
by Maestro of Manhattan
Surround sound applause
For timely self-correction
Kudos, Liza Lot
by Maestro of Manhattan
The same principle
Applies to spelling errors
But minus the box.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Warning: Playing God
Recquires a cardboard box
[Not for the sqeamish.]
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Once apon a time
There was a man who had AIDS
People laughed at him
by A Student of Medical Sciences
Necrophilia
Fun for the whole family
Tim Burton's Corpse Bride
by Maestro of Manhattan
terminate program
grandma has a cock-up now
a runtime error
by mellie
I wish I had legs
So that I could run around
And kick stuff about
by A Student of Having no legs
Patents are pending
Poopie flavored lollipop
Investors welcome
by Maestro of Manhattan
No parameters
No topic is too profane
Notoriety
by Maestro of Manhattan
Midnight ritual
Slain sheep and infants alike
Morbid sacrifice
by Maestro of Manhattan
Seedy side of town
Slumming with celebrity
Who is that chica?
by TheUnseenUndine
small dog, big ears takes
off ala Flying Nun, does
a mean Sybil too.
by onjaysun of frogtown (go Bosco go!)
Wealthy gadabout
Douches with vintage Cristal
Sparkling labia
by Maestro of Manhattan
Delusions of snakes
Pet mongoose sporting a leash
His name is Clarence
by Maestro of Manhattan
New urban carnage
Machete brandishing teens
What's become of guns?
by Maestro of Manhattan
Our operators
are now standing by because
we don't give them chairs.
by TheUnseenUndine
The deli counter
was out of bologna, so
I just got some ham.
by TheUnseenUndine
our new phone book has
bail bondsman ad on cover
that'll save me time
by onjaysun of frogtown
Temp tattoos are cool
Just put on skin, add water
Instant body art.
by TheUnseenUndine
everyone wants me
i wish they'd all just fuck off
and leave me alone
by ash
burning with desire
but the fireman jilted her
she was so put out
by ash
Beantown for a week
There are no black people here
'Cept for the students
by Maestro of Boston
Father's mother owns
Poultry farms in Ithaca
Grandma has a cock
by Maestro of Manhattan
put on a new shirt
today...damn like dashiki
long! Fight the Power
by onjaysun of frogtown
Bare white office walls
Grey phone squawks without stopping
A bird sings - not here
by geekengineer of Sandy Eggo
On the moon, we are
far too advanced to use your
primitive Earth verse
by Betty Lebomb
They like seem to get
bigger every day, yet I'm
the boob for lookin'
by onjaysun (look at her eyes!) of frogtown
Dang! These haikus suck!
Who would waste their time with these?
...I think I'll write one.
by xris
my quiet little
kennedy forbidden fruit
i can not have you.
by florintino ariza of 43431
I cannot believe
how much time can be wasted
ticks upon the clock
by Betty Lebomb
Age is a number
that ticks away the winters
waves on a shoreline
by Betty Lebomb
I jammed all night long
72 shots bourbon
wiener dogs zero
by Betty Lebomb
Safely tucked in bed
big bad wolf in the closet
grandma has a cock
by Betty Lebomb
Oh, the liquor feast
brings upon the morning wood
grandma has a cock
by Betty Lebomb
Drunken congo line
with stiff bump in the back-side
grandma has a cock
by Betty Lebomb
Brand new recipe
Lightly sauteed testicles
Mmm, mmm. A sack lunch
by Maestro of Manhattan
Mr. and Mrs.
Pez Dispenser, you've gotta
support baby's head
by onjaysun R.N. of frogtown
steven malkmus highs
just to get motion from feet.
just cant deliver
by florintino ariza of 43431
happy birthday mel
yet we be jammin' long time
grandma has a cock
by ash
was on the wagon
till the sun set in the west
then I dismounted
by mellie
whisky soaked raisins
tossed into the birthday cake
my mother made it
by mellie
fifty six years old
I was so much younger then
the day before that
by mellie
Such a scorching day
it's not the weather outside
it's a bitch house mate
by Betty Lebomb
Huffing gasoline
Plotting array of arsons
Happily, inert
by Maestro of Manhattan
