you have seen me go
brutish, nasty and short and
who is the king feared?

who implies force to
breed order, punishments, the
mind sways with that force

I feel a lot of
us find this writing healing
if other's allow

that healing to go
others want us sick so they
can mock our weakness

a sickness itself

indeed, life seems much
like Hobbe's Levitathan with
much that goes on there

in the belly of the
beast i witnessed the horrors
writers write to heal

no son of privilege
but bastard child whose inner
light flickered throughout

raging tempests and
primal wails of dark despair
to point the way home

I am told that those
who bully seek attention
through negative means

the venom coursing
through his troubled soul passes
out his finger tips

rantings behind him
vitriolic epicenter
quelled for the moment

no real winners or
losers here just witnesses
to mass blathering

mother blaster

reinvent thyself, nope
stick in the mud, stuck in the
empty void of self

no responsibility
not my fault, it's yours you're
crazy, of course i am

I'm not afraid to
speak the truth

i know i'm a genius
because I know it's ok to
be fucked up and

confidently fucked up
no drugs, no meds, just mad
i see clearly, the

stupidity and skanky
welfare check bums and their
white trash democrat ways

seek to understand
and I don't understand why
is calling someone

a loser, or critiquing them
necessary, why is YOU SUCK
necessary, what is the point

i think the assholes
around here just want to get laid
and not think too much

you see i see the
anger as a FORM of work
that many fear, and

any expression of
anger, because new age thought
denies salvation

and tends to be Man
is God, we have the more well
empty shallow types

the people wanting
status and power are right
obvious, the kind

that pull hipster shit
like "I Hope They Serve Beer In Hell"
Well, like the man said

about casting stones

you get what you give and you get what you give and you will get it anon

when the show is thus
over, boredom sets in the man
behind the keyboard

diss or be dissing
sprays his frustration in a
paint can of spray

"you suck"

"kilroy was here"

"latin kings"

what good is peace when
one can find no peace or thought
about what the "fool" has

to say, the Buddha
on the ox looks dumb to some but
the whole point was he

let go of all the
quests and became himself
so i wonder what these

others seek, the American
put down dream? it's all bullshit
didn't you read Fear and

Loathing In Las Vegas?
Hunter took his meds all right, unlike
you cowards then blew

his brains out, "yeah you
need to blow your brains out"
it's called ranting, most

people are little corporate
cowards sucking the dick of "the man" claiming

they're fighting the man
you're fake assholes, you're
quite fake and would be

better off flipping
burgers at Wendys

but what good would that
do, because people do not
want to change, and like

the little bit of power
that they think they have by keeping
another "weak" they

don't understand
(because secretly they're
losers themselves)

but I repeat, these
folks who are TRYING to write
real haiku, are not

needing to say YOU
SUCK, take meds, react to
but throwing into

the pavement would you
know probably shut you up

most people undermine
tear at a person bit by bit
me...I retreat, simmer

then explode, or to
win, I WALK AWAY...so the
term loser, losers

like to call others
the same, losers, and they win
usually by lying

by using the system
against someone, public opinion
and accusation...

why not drink yourself
to death McCarthy Med Boy
calling people Commie

oh yeah, I'm the nut
job right winger, fight goes
on, no measure of

content...what kind of
shallow, art school shits am
i trying to whipe

off the ass of poetry here

why toss stones when I
can walk up to the man himself
and toss him forthwith

into the pavement, making
him incapable of typing and a blithering vegetable

who will need meds then?

yes the culture of
death, endless contests on tele
for who gets some, bucks...

did you ever read a
book about a seagull that did
want to fly above

those who wished to fight
squabble and so forth? maybe
I need to fly (i

wonder how many
suicide cheap shots the
idiot will make next)

they're just upset
blowjob clinton isn't in office
they actually have

STANDARDS to measure
up to

snake charming trance dance
keep the vipers at bay but
the serum nearby

there is no answer
sometimes, only that spiritual
busy signal that

buzzes in the heads of
those who play childhood hipster, those
trust fund babies who will

never grow up, and the
sad thing is, they are often
the ones who run things

darkness patters on
morning raises a chilled sun-
a single bell rings.

cobra coiled round
wicker basket PET or PEST
one letter off Sssssss!!!

entropy stirring
'midst this accelerating
culture of death

in cadence to its'
rhythmic death dance slides forward
toward the abyss

lions on the back deck
rummaging moose in garbage-
I thought deer were pests.

ravens harbingers
of death often get shorted
on the wheel of life

toss stones from afar
casual observer and
they'll strike you spot on

you suck

bs..septic..son
of..vince..get a life..zapoop..
anti-septic...scorp...

in lock step march
Nazis of negativism
without a Hitler

on this 8 mile there's
no Eminen to go toe
to toe with just ghosts

name usurpers and
cowardly chameleons of
haiku netherworld

BS For Gods sake!
Take your medication. Now!
And stop this nonsense!!!

"Kilroy was here" just
one stamp of universal
greeting as "you suck"

break release and drive
this little push is quiet
the days are marked white

can you dance in the
deep waters of loserdom
or are you afraid

if so retreat now
before hungry manatees
gobble your manhood

these people seek to
create words of beauty, in
the end the waters

wear the stone walls down
and they are smoothed by that tide
of washing elements

hmm, seek you to play
the mimic, take the name and
hope I'm dumb enough

to bear your crown of
thorns for your pathetic joy
your crown of doo doo?

play me not home boy
I'm just starting

there can only be
One loser to rule them all
heavy lies the crown

and I mean if it
LITERALLY kills you or
kills me, i will

if I have to do
this for months, and it kills you
or kills me, i will

we flex our minds at
each other, shouting insults
at a digital screen

you realize you've been
at this for eleven hours
retard stamina

pop goes my shalong
up your wabong, you suck and
you take it, marrone...

people change with time
and experience and death
some are psychopaths

laughs, a regular
tristan tzara ain't it y'all
I wonder if "you

suck" will mark his name
on a urinal and call
it art...R. Mutt lives

thirteen years before
the mast 'pon these high seas where
Leviathan lives

riff-raff bullies strew
vile garbage at will and
the good-hearted leave

you suck

goes the weasel

'twas on the Good Ship
Lollypop young Shirley had
her cherry go pop

the serpent and the
rainbow a pendulum's tale
of good v. evil