Like Hannibal Lecter,
I just might have to stab it.
But should I eat it?

Solipsist I am.
I mean, who else could exist?
Well, besides my cat.

horrid portraiture
a sniveling solipsist
awash in disdain

Change a bad habit
Stop humping like a rabbit
Think "steak," and stab it.

I made a huge fart.
It rocked the house like thunder.
The spouse was not pleased.

You deserve nothing
Greedy gluttonous goober
Sell your soul for cash

Sad face is sad face,
I follow this steps,
Or I don't.

Your sick sunken eyes
Afraid to look at others
Lest you see through them

The wind blows poison.
The volcano belches black.
The world is now dead.

































































"Pass the damn Twinkies."
Said a cockroach to his friend.
Yum, gobble, burp, fart.

Three penises on the bed
Two penises on the bed
One penis on the bed
Man eater smiled...

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Three Haiku


Storm

Rain and rain and rain
and rain and rain and rain and
rain and rain and rain . . .


Haiku

No haiku about
trees, snowflakes, apple blossoms

Obama, you fraud!
Glad I did not vote for you
I'm smarter than that

Playing R.E.M.
"Beans, they constipate my wife"
Lyrics on "Get Up"

around 160 British pounds each for the meal Sugiyama, 22, who is asexual, voluntarily underwent surgery to have his penis removed

effing copy paste!

around

Quality of dick
is better than quantity.
A sackful, harumph!!

Mao Sugiyama cooked his own genitalia and garnished them with mushrooms and parsley
Five guests paid around

who said retarded ?
you did,mister machismo
suck a bag of dicks

i have been tardy
lately i've done it again
guess that's retardy

Go to college son
Get a master's degree sir
So you get good work

Graduated well
Now plumbing and wiring stuff
Life is weird. Aww Foock.

Again links to sites
Boner pills and other piss
Flaccid be your piece

Spamming ads I hate
Not even haiku are these
My rant, just two cents

No, not too creepy.
But your mom pooping for you...
That would be nasty.

I would expect that,
however, from men who write
haiku on this site.

Haiku gives me joy
like pooping for my mommy
Is that too creepy?

Pooping gives me joy.
Like have a yard sale.
You get rid of shit.

You did what I said.
You followed my instructions.
Congratulations.

will this even work
a grand experiment
html tags

Death to all numbers.
Obliterate them to nil.
Smash them to zero.











































Interdimensional aliens have explained in great detail to me that we must learn to do math without numbers, without counting, else we are doomed to annihilation by God and once we learn this glorious holy communication with nature and the cosmos then we will assure our immortality and place by his side. The turtles had learned it, but have since forgotten. This was in the days before the last great extinction. Dinosaurs could count. Are we no better than they?
The tortoise and the hare. We must eat hasenpfeffer. Slow down.
You understand, don't you?

Counting is not good.
In fact it is downright bad.
You should never count.

Repeat repeating
is the weakest Of the weak
So there there there there

repeating is weak.
i don't believe that at all.
repeating is weak.

That was lazier
Than your old man in the sack
Repeating is weak

My pearl necklace.
For your wife or your girlfriend.
Oink, oink, squee, squee, snort.

My pearls before swine
you electronic hoodlums
step up, have at 'em

San Diego Surf
is too cold. When I surf nude
I only hang two.

Six brand new haiku
In less than sixty minutes
You must be on meth

Intimidating??
Dog the bounty hunter has
That short man's syndrome

Defy gravity
Know what I'm talking about?
They're from the same show

Near San Diego
San Onofre power plant
It's Dolly Parton!

Surfed at the nude beach
The terms "longboard" and "hang ten"
Now mean something new

Nude volleyball game
Oddly disgusting to watch
Ball handling error!

Soon after tacos
The cilantro took effect
And oh did it burn

I would like to ask
Enrique Iglesias
"Where did that mole go??"

Self-lubricating
The Spam shot through my bowels
Like cheese through a goose

I ate too much Spam
And all I have to show is
A spastic colon

goodridanceski

doneski

You must be honest.
Who here wouldn't fuck Samwell?
What what in the butt!

humperificous unanimous
bootylicious delicious booty
eatin' that big bouncy ass.
Who eats Bouncy Beyonce's ass???
I mean, that's just nasty.
But nowhere near as low
as reading haiku.

Numbers are stupid.
Like who needs them anyway.
Testicles: one, two.

Viagra is good
Viagra Man Viagra man good
Harder and harder

There are no poems.
There's only reality.
And this is neither.