you suck

hmm this is not my
real self, but something that is
a toy for people

I don't know

My God I am MAD
I am angry, I am tired
of my own thoughts, yes

asshole, I am MAD

hey get a life, do
you ever get your hands dirty
you pussy, or just

have your waiters
whipe your ass for you
you cheap rich ass

I eat Chef Boyardee
from a can asshole, it's an
old habit, not beans

I hate beans...makes me
want to beat the "not real me"
with a blunt object

for saying something
stupid to get a reaction
that's the reaction you'd get

you know that felt good
letting that out because it
means it's not inside

most of you feel and
think such thoughts, but express them
indirectly, through put downs

what i just wrote is
how i feel about the person
who calls me a loser

even if it is true
i don't care because that's
how much it bugs me

I can't walk away
the guy saying "he's bs"
saying I can't cook

if it were a bar
if he said the same thing
I would find something blunt

and crying hit him
over and over and over and over in the face

thunk thunk thunk thunk thunk
"I can't cook you lying piece of shit, I know how far up you are up the lawyers ass ha ha ha, with a nose smashed in lets see you make jokes in front of your friends" skull cracks

the joker pretending to be
me bleeds to death

i go to jail for 2nd degree murder

it's talked about for a week
and is over because people have forgotten their dead friend who said i can't cook and am worse and pathetic and a loser and I got sick and tired of being called a loser call the cops and get handcuffs i don't care anymore

you know if I met
some of you assholes on a
dark night, I'd just walk...

away...

art and craziness
a stormy relationship
well demonstrated

My god! such drivel!!!
I only partly read these
They're not worth effort!!

It makes me wonder
Why does this site attract Nuts???
Real crazy people.!!

They don't write Haiku
They endlessly spout abuse
My God they are Mad!!!

Wouldn't want to meet any of them on a dark night.

saturday's postponed
let cold winter have its way
watch the wet flakes fall

Loneliness is free.
I have nowhere I can fly,
so please clip these wings.

like the seasons pass
haiku changes over time
recently it sucks

bad haiku I did
not realize just how bad
bad haiku is here

what can one do here
where cracked mirrors reflect the
monsters that we are

how many times we've come
full circle and still can not
recognize we're lost

the game within the
game knowing there is no end
game it just goes on
........and on and on and on and on
.................ad nauseum

who am i kidding
i'll eat cold beans from a can
cookings way too hard

fish and chips, now it
looks bad uncooked but once done
tartar and ketchup

I should take a nice
hot shower, get going and
stop falling for bait

(it smells)

I think :) is a
syllable, one, sort of like
you know smile is yeah?

ahem, i must be
admired, I have this guy
do elvis next :)

underwear can stick
to your unwashed skin...i should
change them but i won't

we all do in some
way are losers to others
good luck now there snail

Thanks for the breakup.
Best birthday present ever.
What's for Christmas, love?

you suck

I don't like who I
have been here, I want to be
someone better than...

the hammer and the
sickle, Communism

................

isn't Stalin Dead?

some people LIVE to
be WASTED, blood clotted in
the needle, the thing

irony is the MEDCINE
is KILLING them...I am a TROLL

but it's KILLING ME

come on man...

there comes a time when
we all die, and each day was
either WASTED or lived

WHICH will it BE
WASTED HERE, or LIVED?

rebukake the man
and repeat again in "irreverence"
to cause fear and know

"I am God, duh...."
no you're not just another
wasting the day on

The Devil's Playground

rebuke the man
rebuke in spirit
rebuke him so

the others may have
their expression back
and he is silenced

melodramatic
moments of debate the only
way is silence

why indeed

those who chose a real
moral path are often hounded
and torn to bits when

the chatroom trolls of
this world, including myself
see a weakness and

tear those people to
bits, I am not innocent at
all and keep this on...

I don't want to play
anymore with this because
the game is not fun

some people never
change, never grow up, try to
keep others in fear

enjoy to see that
and in the end it's just
GHETTO MENTALITY

die with a needle
in the arm and a baby they
fathered watching...

thrown in a bodybag
and treated like the garbage
they were in real life

I respond, you react
the tide builds up, it shows you
"have power" Janis...

ban us

I'm beginning to like
the regular non crap poetry
because it's different

than these avalanches
of redundant, repeititive
nihilism

I know a place where
in the center of town to
end all this someone

hung themselves, they lived
but this is what all this can
cause another's will

"oh it's not me!"

it is you, it is me
trolls are assholes, I can be
one, what the hell

do i do to put you
in your place and me doing
the SAME thing when I

SHOULD IGNORE IDIOTS
so THEY DON'T THINK THEY
CAN BOTHER AND UP THE
GAME TO REAL LIFE CRIME

and BY SAYING THAT I
MIGHT BE GIVING SOME
WORTHLESS IDIOT IDEAS

then we have revenge
flicks, mockery, no one is good
then they go to commercial

for a church somewhere

nihilism and
causing fear to avoid pain
is the center of much

real life crime

people trying to
create here and some "artistic anarchist"
is doing what I've done

when I got mad

you know I'm really
bothered in real life and I know
you enjoy the pain

it's causing me

hide the belt hot beans!
found the belt..strap all in sight
we become father

still on the playground
stealing names, and other's selves
till put away, canned

give the boy ammo
and he will shoot back and throw
dirt with all his might

as bukkake bride
raised her veil we showered her
with our love juices

as bukkake bride
passed 'neath us we showered
her with liquid love

festering pustules
undaunted he served soup to
those less fortunate