How can we miss you
If you do not go away
Abracadabra!
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Fuck and poop
is all i get nowadays.
Fuck my ass.
by -d-rizzo
You are a moron
Incapable of proper spelling
Grammar, or meter.
Please depart and die.
by Council of for execution of ZABADOOEY
Blackly, women melt.
The girls clash therefore pears wake.
Spring kisses candles.
by ZABADOOEY of Hell
Smooth poisons set winds.
Cruelly, hard love clashes.
Black eagerness plays.
by ZABADOOEY of Hell
I am a penis,
which will not come,
betwen us...
get it? I made a pun!
Ain't I funny?? ha, ha,
ho, ho homosexual!!
by Maestro of Manhattan
I have no balls,
or nuts as you like,
just a patch of,
cellulite
by Frenchy
I will grow bored in defending my moniker.
Those devoid of creativity
can suck a fart out of mine ass.
by Maestro of Manhattan
Hey! That's not from me!
Shut the fuck up you asshole!
I don't know Maestro.
by Frenchy
Cursed imposters
Who fail to compose haiku
Must be abolished
by Maestro of Manhattan
Maestro is my sunshine,
my gay love slave,
and my hope for all
mankind..
by Frenchy
I am a little bitch
because I like to choke
my chicken
in the morning's fresh
light, and dew.
by Maestro of Manhattan
I could write better
With my brian on crystal meth
Brian? Who the fuck...
by Cist of Toronto ON Canada
Sphincter expansion
Comes with the territory
53rd and 3rd
by Maestro of Manhattan
Friday rocks my ass!
My favorite day by far,
Time to get crunked up.
by UnclRons of Austin, TX
my mom is deadly
coke up her nose means there isnt
any coke in the fridge
by florintino of 43431
All mainlines collapsed
Morphine suppository
Rectal salvation
by Maestro of Manhattan
Poetry and porn
What else does the net provide?
Oh, bomb recipes.
by Maestro of Manhattan
My woman is cold.
Bitter, sub-zero cold. Like
Liquid Nitrogen.
by Crimson Mind of Phoenix, AZ
I hear you laughing
when I tell the snowflakes I
need a little time
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
In my dreams I am
falling in autumn leaves and
love laughing, laughing
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
You can't write haiku
You have been forbidden by
my mean chihuahua
by Fifi
Who can't write haiku?
Its' easier than writing
Really long poems
by brian elkey of South Korea
Don't grow up too fast.
Someday you will have to pay
someone to bathe you.
by Frenchy
A teaspoon of cream
is a much better deal than
licking a dead fish.
by Frenchy
I'm lightening up.
Trying not to be sober.
Hooray! It's working!
by Frenchy
I have lost my "S"
This one simple change means that
now I'm just inane.
by Frenchy
Mimi in new york,
Great writer, excellent blog!
Just finished August...
by Frenchy
Better to be a
Smart ass rather than a dumb
ass, so says mother.
by UnclRons of Austin, TX
Prior two haiku
Are not those of the maestro
You are an asshole
by Maestro of Manhattan
I worship the Viet Cong
because they tortured
soldiers
Real good-like!
by Maestro of Manhattan
I am a communist,
Pinko, Lefty spy...
All of you will
surely die
by Maestro of Manhattan
Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.
by ZABADOOEY of Hell
Snow finds blue full spring.
Summer flusters huge arrows.
Spring clashes a hand.
by ZABADOOEY of Hell
Folded shit stained sheets
Into putrid Rorschach Test
Saw bottle of booze
by Maestro of Manhattan
Awoke this morning
To delirium tremens
Shat myself and wept
by Maestro of Manhattan
Capitalism
Inevitability
Cannibalism
by The Time Keeper of Everywhere
Googled for Haiku
Stumbled onto a porn site
not much poetry
by Mr. Wonderful of WA
Counting grains of sand
should take up most of my day
I could use some help
by Mr. Wonderful of Earth
Wal-mart sex oil sales
Up during "sex holidays."
Cheap lube for my menz!
by UnclRons of Atown
It say's,"Bad Haiku"
Can't all be as good as you.
Excuse my mistake
by Some Bum of Gig Harbor WA
"er" is seventh. Bah!
Counting can be hard without
Seven lil' fing"er"s.
by Count Haikula of Austin, TX
Riding for Jesus
Twist the throttle wide open
and say all your prayers
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Headless fish laying
stinking on the sun drenched pier
Didn't make it home
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Counting syllables
One, two, three, four, five, seven
What happened to six?
by Scott Heffernan of Gig Harbor WA
Why cross the wide road?
To get to the other side...
Watch out for bird flew.
by UnclRons of Austin, TX
The pterodactyl
is past like the rest and all ~
it's not poetic.
by Metric Dinosaur
The double dactyl,
Like "gastrointestinal"
Is most poetic
by Maestro of Manhattan
a clever arsehole
delivering smart humour
must be a wisecrack
by ash
