lasagna sounds nice
dinner will be good tonight
I must go shopping

a metal red truck
a child's hand races it
the floor is the track

it's not a big deal
when someone gives you a hug
I can't help but love

one last breath, we take
the sword as the demons come
out, and go to war

keep the waters on
the flow and wash out these dark
stygian crap stalls

why is it the shit
people who shit about like
to cover all bases

they creep into life
taking over joy, love, truth
trying to shit life

what is said in jokes
is closer to the truth, so
losers often are

the punchline, they are
the subject of the joke and
come out of the blue

if anyone finds some
joy, the sickness of others
some need to be hit

pulp fiction was for
the depraved and unhappy
drink yourself to death

downward spiral is
just another name for "rut"
they reach out, pull in...

I feel like writing
haiku to bury all this
compost, it's...stupid

now it's my turn, I
want to stick a foot up some
person's rear end now

and we get the fresh
air in hoping to clean up
the mess of cowards

ok, someone needs to
clean up this mess, because this stuff
is just damn evil

my big, veiny cock
kids really enjoy it now
i use blood for lube

the bloody fetus,
begs for more of my big cock,
so i will give it.

i slit the tight pussy.
yes the knife is cold.
she likes my shit.

tired of raping?
kids in my basement are not
im going to go now

josh,josh,josh,josh,josh
look at it,look at it,josh
a mustache,mustache

a mustash mustah
she has big harry mushah
a mustash mustah

i really like kids
in my basement i beat them
they suck my hard cock

Making love to her
Sleeping in a bed of nails
Theres a boner either way

or should i use noose?
still no one listens.
i think ill use the noose

fuck me in the ass
please do it until i bleed
i still want more chris

the gun is to my head.
the metal is cold.
it will end soon.

i miss hot devin
he is my big hot lover
i miss hot devin

i am such a geek
accumulating hardware
like girls collect shoes

fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck,
shit shit shit shit shit shit shit,
cock cock cock cock cock!

and the tsunami
crashes and somehow months pass
we rebuild our worlds

unemployed again
lazy, can not find a job
moving in with dad

Big Mac with large fries
Makes me slow and overweight
Can not run from cops

Saint Bernard goes poo
Makes a mess on kitchen floor
Should have raised a fish

my computer starts
searching for some nudie pix
Jessica Alba

bottle of makers
much debauchery now blood
could fuel lawnmower

add up a few things
sherlock oh you got my back
if no one else does

after storms of the
century, what of this form
spring of this new time

the winter sun
sets against a row of trees -
shadows bring the cold

my new motorbike
goes ridiculously fast
wait till it's run in

city smog cocoons
an old grave yard
where the birds sing

love, how I
long for you to
speak, again dear

well with emos then
the new trend logic sorts, trends
feelings, come and go

collegues chatting shit,
spouting aimless opinions
and tit bit remarks

snow fell through the night,
the street outside my window,
never looked so sweet

the TV's switched off,
a car drives past my window -
I should go to bed

ain't nothin' so good
as bad haiku when it rocks
except sex and drugs

yes, somewhere out there
beneath the clear blue sky..some~
it's a good sweet song

awwww~

for all the people
who feel forsaken tonight
touch is warm a gift

sweet smells of dew drops
velvet rouge touches of silk
deeply inhale love

you wear underwear
that's much too tight for your butt
clenches your cheeks tight

and last but not least
but what if last was a spec
and it was least..small