First, wild turkeys, now
a black bear runs in front of
my car, NATURE ROCKS!
by onjaysun of frogtown
Pie pie pie pie pie
Pie pie pie pie pie pie pie
I like to think pie
by A Student of Pie
I like leprosy
It can lead to peoples' arms
And legs falling off
by A Student of Socks
an eight inch year
taller than a hobbit now
birthday girl ruby
by mellie
four years three feet eight
patty cakes yellow and green
with lots of sprinkles
by mellie
i have my limits
i would give my life for you
but not my lifetime
by ash
It's slowly sucking
and not at a pleasant pace
leaving red circles
by Betty LeBomb
Iffn' don't have a
grin leevin' 2 Score Vergin
y'all ain't hooked up rite!
by onjaysun of frogtown
Oh, Los Angeles
I'm lost on the blurry path
inhaling the smog
by Betty LeBomb
She offered coffee
she offered tea but all I
wanted was the "me"
by onjaysun of frogtown
Was going to pen
"An ode to the TTC"
Decided against
by Janis
crosby stills and nash
hey hey my my Neil Young
I just get shaky
by mellie
A black rose, weeping
Decaying in solitude
Unwanted, unloved
by A Student of Legs
bring back the talent
i know the title says bad
but perhaps less bad
by ash
Crosby, Stills, Nash, Young
"Suite: Judy Blue Eyes"; press play.
Repeat as needed.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
you are all mean here
but maybe you are hot chicks
i will speak slowly
by junktown
Superfluous strokes
Of shitty laptop keyboard
Render naught but crap
by Maestro of Manhattan
Booking Thursday's flight
Booker T and the MGs
Umm ... Book 'em Danno!
by Maestro of Manhattan
New Today's Spongebob
Squarepants sponge...worst marketing
idea like ever
by onjaysun of frogtown
"Friendster Gets The Freeze"
The Wall Street Journal tells me
That is so '03.
by Liza Lot of Ohio
Scorched by ammonia
While cooking some crystal meth
Profit exceeds loss
by Maestro of Manhattan
my brain's a crouton
floating in a soup of thoughts
seasoned with reasons
by ash
Braided my ass hair
Then I sprayed on some back hair
Ever so pretty
by Maestro of Manhattan
A package arrived
It is not addressed to me
Possession's nine tenths
by TheUnseenUndine
Dashboard Hula digs
Bobble Barry Gibb til I
tell her it's Jesus
by onjaysun of frogtown
I'd like genetic
Modification more if
They made booby trees
by A Student of Natural breast enhancements
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
