all i want to do
beavis is see your head on
a stick and know you

wil type "you suck"

no more

the voices say i
must put fifteen hours in
at the Loser Mill

keep it up dillweed
only twelve hours to go
so what's your quota

She saddled her girlfriend's
face with her warm thighs
and pussy. The hot stink
of her snatch permeating
her nostrils.

angry haiku, sick
twisted, perverted, and the
other side, ideal...

Burroughs Naked Lunch
hang myself like Infinite Jest?
do I have to make

a name for myself
by fucking the guy who says
you suck with a sharp

stick?

I'm being played, facing
this crowd of no one i know
responding in kind

i'd like to sodomize
the guy that says "you suck"
to show who's on top

would they find me at
the screen, blood on the ground and
would you find it funny

Two hot lesbians in
pantyhose, tribbing each
other to a hair pulling,
screaming orgasm.

so the battle here
is between peace of mind and
stooping to the level

of some idiot saying
you loser, you suck

is that a zen statement?

what is the sound of one hand, losing or sucking?

I don't have friends here
just nameless no ones thinking
i am alone, it's ok

you who isolate
die at the hands of public
thought when TMZ

sees you fucking yourself
with a spiked dildo in a
rubber dress

I'm not through playing you

what if I had a real
knife in my hand, would you know
would you applaud

a real life suicide
would you say you loser, ha ha ha ha ha ha...

does someone have to
hurt you in real life or has
someone hurt you in

real life

I got up here and
put off what i was doing
to see more of the

same nonsense, the same
what spurs me on to respond
when he will keep on

friends disappearing
only phantoms in their place
punching at shadows

your gaze into the
muddy pool doth reveal the
Narcissus grinning

you suck

you're a loser

what is love baby
don't hurt me don't hurt me no
more what is love yeah

so what is life but
inter-being and to love
ecstasy without drugs

you're a winner

so what is life but
a struggle to keep living
who has given up?b

what makes you who are
"me" seperate, better, just
you can fall down too

sink to the frozen
bottom of the ocean, all
die in the end yes?

one says ice and a
fall is enough to break the
body in a day

and so the days of
our lives waste as one fucktard says
to another, you fucktard

who's the real master
of the fuckwads, for as i gaze
into a muddy pool

the gods say i'm the
chosen dicktard, the holy
anointed carwreck

breaking bones without
throwing stones but who needs rocks
as we the sand fall
.....through the hourglass

truth is to waste time
here is wasted time which is
real, and gone to dust

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