take your thoroughfare
under the auspices of
a side wind cherry

throat packed with warble
rending warp from weave in wait
she dreams of hatchlings

people are afraid
it differs from there normal
aliens are coming

old dogs lay around
treats are in the kid's pocket
it still lies around

the concerned person
can't even read the name right
glad I'm not your friend

wafting aimlessly
a drift waits to lay it down
grasses can't cover

and the watchers moan
cry in vain they not take lead
SEE no stronger leads

Those are simple quotes
from some fantastic movies
by George Lucas

I actually liked
your dancing Haikus alot
but now I don't know

lead by example
that's the way to a good life
not spreading disdain

from a mom dancer
experienced in all forms
arrogance sweat stinx!!

Max

I can

Loads of bad Haikus lately

That lot was boring
Taught me nothing at all
You neither I guess

feel the Force flow.Yes.
Through the Force, things you will see
The future...the past

not wise to upset
droids don't pull people's arms out
only wookies do

A new lightsaber.
Your skills are complete, indeed
you are powerful

Always two there are,
no more, no less: a master
and an apprentice.

All his life has he
looked away... to the future,
to the horizon

How long will it take
Star Wars fans to realize
that George Lucas sucks?

hahaha, mean
blow up LUSH out of his shoes

...without clues cuz I won't hesitate to detonate, I'm short fuse

fucked up my hard drive
more corrupt than government
but no leverage

in the gaunlet run
exposing danger's cover
hare deliverance

glass house to live in
he'll dress the open wounds
reapped from cruel shards

have it your own way
be at peace tranquility
curtsy settles war

in content with square
one's sword is set to engage
insist, make a point

it's hard to laugh at
the world anymore but it's
the last best chance we

got...South Park, Cartman
Ben Heder, Chris Rock, Drew
Carey, save us, :P

I'm just a girl with
really deep thoughtswhat's so
special about real`...

nothing I suppose
unless those thoughtsare beyond
gets you in trouble

whore and money
surrounded by seven hills
in all it's greatness

the seminary
preaches against same sex life
teaches opposite

in private they are
the children washed and confused
it is sickening

vatican money
at the root of all evil
yet the whore hoards

a blind eye is turned
the religion is so oldBAD NO don't say that..

but it's true

klana i friss di
wast wos du schmeckst ma net i
spuck di wieder aus

throws the crew here some
red man...do with it as you
will, trash, chew, to will

breaking out burst fit
crucifixion reign on mind
is black in the face

silence is violence
on center stage, forgive me
right now I need to

turn the page, the rage
gets old but the memories
remain, go down that

narrow road or all
shall visit it again, tragic trash
true shit in the veins

speaking of booze where's mr bukowski, I did
like him quite a bit

polish, not irish
stubborn, charming, violent, ah
our time is short here

at least it is written
his words are still on page
distilled whisky rage

the stance of the streets
is a mask to survive, to stand
in the boonies, less so

but the blood is still
hidden, beneathe paved stones, dumpsters
and in the earth

war never ending
the games of power played to
a true damnation

the group think gathers
still though, this is why some have
to pull a Gene J.

and write on a big
brown paper bag so that
Sartre can bitch on

I'm just some retard
with a keyboard, an ego
and some words, I'm zed...

nothing....what am i
to you?

comicat gonna blow
Mox out of his shoes sans clues??
that just sounds WRONG

mox, watch me blow him
out of his shoes without clues...
haiku gangsta rap

a wise woman says
the conformist is boring
lacks my interest

then there is the man
he who stands in the fire
that I'de want to lay

the better lover
Mr. boring know it all
or passion of life..

boring does it like
a dead squid on Friday night
satisfies himself

high iq, low e--
q, to overcompensate
I guess I just spew

if the haiku are
bad then, is it possible
that they'd not be

perfect, flowing, zen
but hackneyed, contrived, raw
and sometimes, just bad

like ed wood, jr
trying to re-write merchant
of venice, with flying saucers

lush failed where com-
cat succeeded, a kind word
versus, a huff and

puff...so go blow your
own house down on your own
time, I wonder what

Basho would think of
egotistical, angry
haiku gangsta rap?

part of the mind set
you see at work here is the
video game junkie

keep inserting quarters
keep shooting relentless
till you kill the boss

it doesn't really stop
this is the nature of an addict
someone lost, dead

why do I feel like
I'm scolding a child at the
moment, psychopath

dad, giving mixed
signals, unwilling to look
within, I've no sympathy

I'm a Vogon

when people do some
thing not according to plans
first anger and then who

knows, maybe erm, oh
possibly, perhaps, maybe, if
innovation, hmm?

what do people write
haiku for, to show like the
Pharisees of old

how "holy" they are, how
"great" they are? who cares, I do
agree, what's your diary

like, who the fuck are
you deep down outside this nest
of digital thoughts

I am no one, I
am nowhere, I am breaking
Satanic laws, my job

the punch line...where folks
go to get drunk to listen
to bad comedy

the heckler's function
to take the fame of the comic
level the field

the wolf wants to leave
but pushed in a corner he
bites the hands of those

who try to hold him
critique begets critique, what
if I say you're right?

fuck, that would be a
change wouldn't it, I've tried, the
bully settles for

the power of the
bloody nose and crying children
on the playground steps

daddy doesn't have
time to correct billy
makes him feel like a

thing, they find his corpse
hanging dead in his room for
it wasn't words that killed

him, but lack of words
lack of connection, lack of
humanity, thougts?

we all want to be
accepted in places, and when
you're a jet, you're a

jet all the way, the
old west side story, I wan-
na be part of the

gang...I suppose, and
if it takes intellects years
to catch up, so be it

Just read distant posts
Buy a fucking diary Mox
A tad wearisome

collect as you may
hundreds of hackneyed words
that is not haiku

must i repeat this?
haiku, whether bad or shite
are single stanza

trousers 'round ankles
fluid orifice awaits
cast another load

BAD SQL-KU

SELECT Name, Number
FROM Black_Book WHERE Hair IS 'Red'
AND Eyes EQUAL 'Green'


SELECT Name, Number
FROM Black_Book WHERE Hair IS 'Blond'
ORDER BY Cup_Size


SELECT Name, Number
FROM Black_Book WHERE Hot IS TRUE
AND Cup_Size IS 'C'

flu is far from the
man in the iron mask but
I've caged myself up

microscopic bugs
galore, let the sun come out
dry these devils out

go dog go... outside
get fresh air and excerside
"do you like my hat?"

I think what I was
really trying to say is that
to think too much is

kind of like saying
"you breathe too much"--the brain is
made for use you know

this body needs exercise

those who don't think do
not deserve to breathe, eat, breed
or even take a dump

damn i'm a failure
i try not to think too much
but i don't succeed