ustasha haiku

hating serbs in belgrade
its a popular shit
look there goes a serbian thief

look a thief
these serbian ustashas scream
while destroying the entire serbia

many serbian ustashas in belgrade
pretend they cooperate with the west
filling their own pockets

lying against the serbs they can
saying mom and pop
've not taught them not to steal

these were the same ustashas
that omce were serbs
now with catholic faith

killing their own kind
like torquamada who was not spanish
these serb ustashas

Trying to view porn.
Enable cookies, my ass!
Nude images -- now!

packing my bags now
going away for the week
to the other side

serbian ustashas are those commies
whom the U.S. Republicans hated so much
wherefrom their orders come

new word
or password
it does not matter

bleeding rumors among the serbs
set a serb against the serb
is serbian ustashas new word

belgrade is full of ustashas
pretty sure of this
hating serbs, it's a popular science

ustashas are not serbs
but are saying
this fucking serb is the robber and murderer

just wonder wherefrom the rumors come
where do the ustashas live now
belgrade, zagreb or united states

- in order to understand above haiku one should translate the following sentence: Dr Mirko Puk, na izboru u kri

wear sensible shoes
as you walk the eightfold path
you may stub your toe

The Great Way has no gate;
there are a thousand paths to it.
If you pass through the barrier,
you walk the universe alone.

me me me me me
my my my my my my my
I DO NOT HAVE ANY

ain't it a pity
that he's not looking pretty
hi fidel - ity

Hey Che Guevara,
Marxist guerrilla hero!
Now you sell T-shirts

another cigar
for old Mr Castro please!
- Bill Clinton has some

Condoleeza Rice
Please tell Israel, 'be nice!'
baby killing cunts

Rain sounds like hot piss
as it splashes my window
please! no more! the pane!

Oh Sheherezade
tell me another story
like you did last night

hey there egotists
whining so pitifully,
BAD Haiku - recall?

more valerian?
induces wonderful sleep
but so does a wank

Mentulam caco,
quisque comoedus est.

morologus es!

latin, do ut des
concept; favour for a favour
quid pro quo exchange

dear Dross drival sir
please, practice what you preach, sir
lead by example ... sir

Toilet graffiti
That

A bit harsh maybe?
Actually some are not bad
But most are dreadful

toilet grafiti?
don't over exert yourself
you may spew more shit

Grand master haiku?
No! Your Chess not good enough
Toilet graffiti!!!!

what the chicken did
it finally crossed the road
poultry in motion

if you wanna play
I'll first try you with six moves
will you lose easy

hard rock opera
unsure of the hot wire
the phantom is live

zero hour comes
there will be no lachry morse
on pinkish margin

I sat in Starbucks
Staring out of the window
Better than thinking

Viktor Frankl wrote
on 'Man's search for meaning',
then he fell down dead

don't waste your sad life
make your existence count some
writing bad haiku

Defy conventions
Seven syllables - why?
Only I keep count

go digg in the graveyard
and gratefully lick neitzche's rotten ass again
thats all you can do

God is Dead.....so dead
Hip Hip Hooray for Neitzche
Cosmic angst teacher

Insult my twaddle?
Really stinks in the middle.

Dude - thats your anus!

Vaginal farting
Is the order of the day
Just might turn you gay

two squares forward now,
then one to the left or right
good night! good grief! queef!

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust; Chess brain

It is with dismay
I see loads more gibberish
Polluting the page

It is with dismay
I see loads more gibberish
Polluting the page

I want your ugly bich
I want your puffy wreck and this
messy cave you call home
yeah thats the geooo law
whateva
cool
be real
stay loose

wachin your brain slowly stewed
in its own sauce of egotasticall stupidity
what a genious sophisticated pleasure

return to the form
give me that sweet submission
press the write buttons

a return to form
send me into ecstacy
press the right buttons

i love a bored game
moving those pieces about
playing with me mates

haiku by the yard
he's a bard of sweaty lard
and not some retard

clang clang sweet poontang
hear manic neurones go bang
pull your verbal whang