effluent streams run
deep and far for Septic Man
roto-rooter ace

wart-pocked toad-man rued
his encounter with Septic
"never trust a pervert"

fifty thousand hits...
so many bad haikus to
ink.....so little time

geriatric blues
broken string, her memories
like pearls roll away

reared by a jackal
Septic slit his siblings' throats
in the darkened den

residue of love
fluids exchanged in darkness
this wart is for you

barren field littered
with ghosts of wars past...hallowed
ground weeps crimson tears

schoolboy rants...bittersweet
tastes of naivete, bravado
and hormones rising

madness' dark descend
spiraling downward thru the
rabbit's hole to HELL

the right to bear arms
bullets sprayed in tight quarters
INNOCENCE slaughtered

collective madness
spreads cross the land like tainted
rye...ergot crazed loons

run amok...shrieking
"Afire..St. Elmo's fire
a pox upon US...

USA!!...USA!!!....USA!!!!"

So America
must be awful place to live
So full of crazies

Bliss of connection
woman who follows so well
each step to match mine

Food for the Black birds
Bright red berry's in the Sun
Cotoneaster bush

tired of this junk
bring back the beauty of our
half-assed poetry

anna's eyes delight
fills the space between inside
warmth and her first snow

O.C.D. actions
serve as offense in defense
of the greater good

biding time hoping
others to join the fray 'gainst
campy perverts like

WE all know WHO...SE reign
of repugnance will soon end
meanwhile I fight on

life in the green room
the hiss and throb of water
summer sun beats down

perseveration
will fall to perseverance
bad haiku endures

rage against the dark
for all your angst and fury
no-one's listening

Some people write bad
haiku, while others are men-
Tally impaired... Like

Scorp, here's some advice
Call your local suicide
Helpline and see a...

Shrink. And you septic
Funeral, piss off. Or just
STFU ,cuz'

Nobody gives two
Shits about what you write OR
what your problems are

PS. STOP HOGGING
THIS WEBSITE, BECAUSE
IT PISSES ME OFF

(and everybody else for that matter)

get the bloodied gimp
he hasn't learned his lesson
it's "splay time" once more

we turned you out and
set you free and followed your
bloody trail back here

santa bad santas
at it again pervs free to
spread yule time disease

sit on santa's lap
confess your childish desires
as i hold you close

their parents did
not raise them, the money's free
some turn out ok...

you know how projects
get graffiti and it seems
to attract, thugs, junk?

hmm...lots of words the
psychopath charms but has no
sense of morals, none

me, I'm just a stubborn
ass

acid rain and ash
toxic cocktail toast to our
imminent demise

child's skyward gaze
moisture laden clouds release
winter's maiden snows

snowflakes falling
never ceasing to touch us
in a wondrous way

tough to Get A Life
when iron grills and locked doors
limit your movement

my manic side sees
auras of BEAUTY..but when
depressed, fades to grey

asylum rafters
shook, the rantings mad and terse,
Where's the fuckin' meds?!"

the Haldol Shuffle
is the dance of choice up here
on the funny farm

ECT don't knock it
'til you've tried it a few times
the shrinks swear by it

Anyone know of
An online psychiatrist?
This page sure needs it!!!

here at bad haiku
it's business as usual
beauty and madness

ah trance techno beats
brazillian hotties venice
must catch second wind

Going out now lock
SEPTIC in the room we're
not done with him yet

every four minutes
a piece of shit down the chute
pick up the pace dude!

multiple orgasms
these bad haikus are my seed
spreads over the land

free to be you and
me...the nice guy gone..now what
punk bitch? you're mine!

train ever ride you?
meet my crew of 10" friends
and you're the caboose

the wellspring of my
loathing has no bounds, gushing
ejaculate joy

there's still good in you
forgiveness is eternal
for man is mortal

too late to repent
your sins be a man about
it and bend over

it's too late to kneel
and repent your sins be a man and bend over

turn the other cheek
now spread them and I will give
thee your just desserts

praised be his name for
he awakened my dark side
now to unleash hell

bountiful harvest
hands joined in celebration
--the fruits of kindness

disingenuous!
Pinocchio lies your evil
tail/tale grows longer

believe in your dreams
anything is possible
love is the answer

yeah well guess what babe
lemonade is my choice drink
it's pissy yellow ....