erudite wordplay
peeled back veneer reveals his
writhing maggot core

Mommy, I wanna
Kill that fruit fly, can I? Pleeeeeease?
"Go on do it." BOOOOOOM

Little did little Charlie know
That that fruit fly was a bomb,
He could've used cider

notice the turmoil
eviscerated values
saturn makes its way

wanna be writer
don't wanna be anymore
so what's new in life?

one last call, one last
drink of the drug of youth then
poached eggs on rye toast

the chest heaves with stress
I grow old and regret the
days wasted in thought

we laugh, we cry and
kiss money goodbye to watch
vamps and chicks dig in

ever overwhelmed
by the games people play say
when comes "game over?"

a rash catch on a
winter day, raw from the wind
and not the dead flesh

henry miller loved
food more than sex, so after
tryst, roast beef on rye?

brothel or convent
they sit waiting for the cock
divine christ-like cock

Victorian prude
requests septic funeral
"Toss my salad.......please!"

Grandiosity
psycho-pathology make
one scary combo

the only thing bent
is your limp biscuit to stuff
your blow-up doll

in the chasm 'tween
prude and sick f***er, 'neer
tarry on evil's side

victorian prudes
their literal minds i bend
like macaroni

safe haven this place
for septic funeral's rants?
see you in lock-up!

pedophilia
golden showers and whores
nice life septic F****

There's nothing "boring"
When MEN speak out against hate
your penis grows limp S.F.

her thong reveals a
prepubescent eagerness
so young but so ripe

sorry to interrupt
your psychopathic fetish
GET OFF THE DANCE FLOOR!

degrading women
against one is against all
REAL MEN see that truth

women taught to self-loathe
doomed moths drawn to his sick aura
consumed in his flame

septic funeral's
mother weeps to read her son's vile
women-hating spews

Cocks know not evil
just your twisted septic mind
birthing hateful thoughts

this is my really
bad haiku...
no more ideas

killing the music
the sounds of the stereo
predicted chaos

moaning in my bed
thrashing between the covers
it was just your mom

it's predictable
how they crucify the cock
like boring old maids

misanthropic beast
casts a fetid stench upon
human dignity

golden shower dreams
an aged septic funeral
is a bed wetter

life's bottom feeders
relish humiliation
but what goes around....

just as is desire
Acceptance is part of life
You do not own it

manna from the gods
her flesh reclined and ready
for golden showers

raptors' lazy arcs
belie their relentless search
of the forest floor

It all cancels out.
I hate my own need and pride
when you accept me.

When you rub your dick,
you might find a discharge that
winds up on the floor

Ass of a hippo,
Thunder Thighs slap to your pace
Wobbles as you walk.

Cheifing on the blunt
Coughing on some wicked smoke
puff, puff, pass nigga!

Walking hand-in-hand,
How the candles light your face.
Falling deeper in.

septic funeral's
one-handed watusi dance
ejaculate jerk

paparazzis' lust
Tiger's blood in the water
sharks close the circle

Tiger Woods did it now!
Bloodied face, hydrant and tree
Get the nails and cross!!!

'yon naked trees s-w-a-a-a-y
a wind-dance trance 'tween limbs &
softly moaning wind

blustery brisk 'morn
windprints run amok upstream
rudely slap the shore

Fastest man alive
Not enough Heroes noways
Jet man crashes, Alive!

Nippress. That shit you saisd is fucking gay. Where is Darth Gaydar!

Painting with your words
Eyes that search right into my soul
A vision in words.

You're. Oh so good snail
Leaving a permanent scar
Where no one can see.

gobble gobble 'gawk!
gobble gobble gobble 'awk!!
turkey's rebuttal

my buddha nature
fragile and wafer thin cracks
'neath your gravitas