they who cast stones think
they have the law in their hands
till cast back at them
by scorp
the ripples still splash
the critiques, menz only club
da treehouse mind lives
by scorp
feet of clay have we
let no one forgets this truth
'lest we cast sharp stones
by haiku half-wit
there is "No Exit"
from the band of bad haikus
fifty thousand strong
by anti-septic funeral
mundane drivel, rants
from a pubescent manchild
leave while you can!!
by anti-septic funeral
up at four-thirty
casting stones at bad haiku
welcome to the club
working the night shift
"Get A Life" gropes in the dark
but can not find ONE
by Your reflection
Just page after page!
Saying absolutely squat!
seriously STUPID!!!!
by Get A Life
Read with disbelief
How stupid are you? Yes you!!
Such mundane drivel!!!
by Get A Life
tell septic I say
hi, like your shit, wish you'd smear
more of it on here
by scorp
I don't think some folks
know any better because
they're young and bored and
the world would be much
better off if they were young
and busy, and happy
by scorp
kind of like the dumb
things professional wrestlers
say, male soap opera
the threats people make to
one another on line or
old gangsta rap songs
by scorp
what's the deal with whack
jobs on line and in real life
who have nothing but
simple minded hate
for anything and all that...
wait a minute
that used to be one of
my hobbies...
by scorps
well since people seem
to think implied murder on
a bboard devoted
to poems is ok
need to say my own path is strewn
with the bones of gimps
by scorps
who needs a soul
when there's flesh to mutilate
god is tangible
by septic funeral
Fingers poised to press
keys that smell like new plastic,
I count syllables.
by snail has a new computer
view their common traits
dead-eyed, vacant and godless
their souls have left
by anti-septic funeral
sans superego
join the club.. Gacy, Bundy
Manson and Dahmer
by anti-septic funeral
a Buddhist tenet
water seeds of deep kindness
not vulgar nor crass
by anti-septic funeral
libido driven
no conscience behind the wheel
a swath of carnage
by anti-septic funeral
thanks superego
next time i need life advice
i shall come to you
by septic funeral
your darkest thoughts lie
where light displaced, entwines
death's frigid fingers
by anti-septic funeral
how to win the war
eradicate all muslims
paradise on earth
by septic funeral
nightfall chill
i could not get you
close enough
by vince
Tiger, silly man!
Don't mess with a trophy wife.
Duck! She's got your club!!!
by Share of NY
papier-mache mask
evoking gasps from the crowd
the ghost speaks....nothing
by anti-septic funeral
pustular acne
a zit-popping paradise
lots of Kleenex on hand
by haiku half-wit
bad haiku dot com
with nothing better to do
sitting on my ass
by Jesse R
waiting for relief
time ceases to pass by me
she is on her way
by Jesse R
a funeral for you
is coming along your way.
get out of the way.
by Jesse R
down syndrome darling
most men would never have you
let me wipe your drool
by septic funeral
watching a movie
lamest thing ive ever seen
pulling the trigger
by Jesse R
Sitting at my desk;
typing on my computer
trying to pass time.
by Jesse R
yup, i'm the devil
now punish me; make it hurt
fuck me till i bleed
by septic funeral
erudite wordplay
peeled back veneer reveals his
writhing maggot core
by antiseptic funeral
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
by Emomalimo of Neverland
notice the turmoil
eviscerated values
saturn makes its way
by septic funeral
wanna be writer
don't wanna be anymore
so what's new in life?
by scorp
one last call, one last
drink of the drug of youth then
poached eggs on rye toast
by scorp
the chest heaves with stress
I grow old and regret the
days wasted in thought
by scorp
we laugh, we cry and
kiss money goodbye to watch
vamps and chicks dig in
by scorp
ever overwhelmed
by the games people play say
when comes "game over?"
by scorp
a rash catch on a
winter day, raw from the wind
and not the dead flesh
by scorp
henry miller loved
food more than sex, so after
tryst, roast beef on rye?
by scorp
brothel or convent
they sit waiting for the cock
divine christ-like cock
by septic funeral
Victorian prude
requests septic funeral
"Toss my salad.......please!"
by anti-septic funeral
Grandiosity
psycho-pathology make
one scary combo
by anti-septic funeral
the only thing bent
is your limp biscuit to stuff
your blow-up doll
by anti-septic funeral
in the chasm 'tween
prude and sick f***er, 'neer
tarry on evil's side
by anti-septic funeral
victorian prudes
their literal minds i bend
like macaroni
by septic funeral
safe haven this place
for septic funeral's rants?
see you in lock-up!
by Anonymous Poet of 7e0c7
