I'm a scorpio
so you get what you give when
you give it I give
back, stinger, reaction
counterreaction it's like
palestine and isreal
by bs
there's a lot more
going on in my life, so overdose
already and move on
by bs
the flood of sewage
does it matter, from toronto
to tokyo, shit is shit
zen is zen, people
suck cock, and continue
to be the damned on
the wide road, when hell
claims you and i, you deserved it
the godless and the pharisee
on the same path
by bs
show some respect and
somehow I just might shut
the hell up and move on
by bs
this is like an english
class full of people who write
derivatives
of vampire the masquerade
sessions and call it
original fiction
by bs
lack of empathy
from a tattered generation
of empty wannabes
and never will bes
by bs
I like writing my
verse so whatever you see
you will see much more
by bs
Carrollian verse
replete with nonsense Jabber
vamoose you spruce goose
by Lush
my latest theorem
tis ineffable for sure
inviting no proof
by Lush
prurience unbound
fortune favors the blind clown
double visioned slant
by Lush
through hall of failed loves
our lothario wanders
merrily, disease free
by Lush
miniature keg
tapped for me alone, at home
buoyancy, nancy
by Lush
or I will not die
because people need me in
real life to do stuff
by bs
I will die, not at
all caring what people say
to me in isolation
by bs
plunged into the depths
once again to the chagrin
of those around me
by bs
quietly told to
leave on a monday, anger
wells up, feels empty
by bs
I would prefer to
see a flood of haikus than
a flood of pill spam
throw some stuff out there lush
by bs
toppled wine bottle
wrist plant, severed ligament
just another sprawl
by Lush
agile court jester
befuddles the monolith
flummox the onslaught
by Lush
if a person who
is controversial dies then
are their ideas, seen?
by bs
the expansion
of spam bots has made the Net
not what it once was
by bs
We struggle with words
And they sell us Viagra
How stupid are they?
..
by William
plumbing is an in
depth subject and we plunge to
the deepest sewage
by bs
If my own mother
had any sense in the world,
she'd flush the toilet!
by A.J. Chilson of Princeton, TX
shall we sink lower
and I shall post joel osteen
sermons vebatim?
by bs
so grunge children, no
answer? what have we been sunk
to but ads from dumb
pakistani bot
programs that sell el o so
cheapo crapo pronto
by bs
ok ok, the next big
crisis comes along and the
next, and the next, and...
by bs
how's for racism?
asian dude in a wool cap
must be a dj
by Lush
return to the stacks
revise your pallid theses
for the real is yet...
by Lush
pestilence, famine
torture, rape and slavery
THESE are concerns
by Lush
ordered disorder?
civil disobedience?
just finger painting
by Lush
nuclear funtime,
economic brinksmanship
these cannot compete
by Lush
crisis or crises
immediacy distorts
remember the plague?
by Lush
it seems meaningless
given the crisis we have
to plant these dumb seeds
by bs
well it becomes a
satire, the persistence
of "zabadooey"
by bs
DTE telephone helper
a temporary password xxxxfu
random chance maybe
by Anonymous Poet
mannequin surmised
upon mountainous sunrise
disoriented
by Lush
depiction varies
while truth resides in berries
in vino veritas
by Lush
rest in Assumption
internal discourse valid
save some revision
by Lush
it is a plague of
narcissism me me me
for te se me la...
the freaks out, the jocks
of society in, do they
repeat these mistakes?
by bs
dash repetition
mine folly, lame condition
neural mutiny
by Lush
dash bottlenecking
density ripped from the void
infinity flows
by Lush
to be honest lush
I was thinking of you weird
as it may be, how
are you, and all that
cal, canadian are you
but given write guard
we start with the self
by bs
nothing could be fine
arising in Caroline
a given morning
by Lush
whilst barrelling on
obscurantist symbolists
imprison monkeys
by Lush
sad nomenclature
other voices dampening
cast open a window
by Lush
so many poets
reflect only on themselves
i'm the blackest pot
by Lush
the trouble with these
spammers is they're robots, do
not click or get bugged
by bs
ayuh, we got the
great sickness bukowski had
we are writing here...
by bs
take your pills away
haiku is the drug for us
grandma's packing wood
by ash