Passing judgement does
Not improve writers styles which
Is why writers groups

Bicker...
Moloko

Trust me listening
To some of this stuff is quite
Painful, masochists...

United

Well, if you do not
Believe, then recourse is to
Troll and sarcasm...

Still, you're going to hell

Ah but suffering
Gets some people off!not
Sure, bdsm?

Or, catholic?

You should not be here.
Don't do anything stupid.
Like post a poem.

Fundamental flaw.
Suffering does not clean sin.
God, man, or devil.

Just when I come in
Her mouth later I recall
Why I've not fathered.

Just when I come on
Here months later I recall
Why I've not posted

Gratification
Mastification Station
God Loves Creation

Answer somebody
when they ask you some questions
you get endless spam

One two three four fuck
Sorry but you're out of luck
Sleep alone young buck

Happy day after
Fight off your bad hangover
Try to get some sun

I just want to say
Happy Independance Day
Yippie tie yi yay

Inappropriate
homosexuality
Snuffleupagus.

Yahoo searches me
It is a wild world out there
We prepare ourselves

Surrendering sucks
Fast friends forget five dust ducks
Know I let you down

Do not trust language
It will violate your soul
Just tricks of the trade

I remember you
Shatting your soiled underpants
Stowed them in mailbox

You can pick your nose.
You can also pick your friends.
But you can't wipe your friends on the back of the couch.

It's funny you mention mailing boogers. When I get junk mail with a return envelope -- postage paid -- that's exactly what I do. Sometimes I also mail them perverted poetry if I have time.

Good luck to you sir.
Nice to know I'm not alone.
Great minds think alike.

I like my boogers
I like your boogers better
Please mail them to me

Mosquitoes are bad.
Sun tans and Mai Thais are good.
Bikinis are best.

They want to be wed.
Two men in a nursing home.
Their children object.

Is it immoral?
I suppose it all Depends.
That is what they wear.

I do not fear death
but withthe leisure of choice
it lost its appeal

question everything
mott the hoople, bell the cat
never give a inch

all bubbles must burst
pneumatic kardashians
not only lips sink

whip the haiku mule
move that creative burden
poetry, my ass

Creative output
Dwindles as you get older
Get your ass to work

incoherent rule
post-orgasmic lassitude
either way we're fucked

All these bad haiku.
And not one has made me puke.
I'm disappointed.

zippy the pinhead
the nation's prime minister
there's not much in it

it makes me worried
when i look at my country
ruled by imbeciles

What do Disney Land,
Walmart, and a coke addict
all have in common?

I like killing flies.
To this end I do not bathe.
They come and I swat.

It's insanity
accepting that you are sane.
Thrown poo will splatter.

is it sanity
accepting that i'm crazy ?
as if it matters...

like my hair pattern
the winter is receding
and darkness is less

I wade through roses
wind swishing around my thighs
green grasshoppers buzz

There once was a man from Xanadu.
And he did not like to write haiku.
So he wrote a limerick.
And he hopes it makes you sick.
Just like you were eating some poo poo.

I've been wanking it.
For almost thirty-five year.
And it's still working.

well, fuck you capture
your pathetic tiny font
mocking my optics

all hail the blue sky
and plus one for cumuli
heavenly high five

So have you prepared?
It's the last great extinction.
What's in your stew pot?

There is no freedom.
Boundaries, borders, cages.
Com part mental eyes.

If you have two balls
and you take away two balls,
then what do you have?

One day God farted.
This event was the Big Bang.
Holy pinto beans.

All throughout the day
you must always ask yourself:
What would Darth Maul do?

Sun rise tomorrow
I will see it and wonder
Fucking Universe

My mom taught English.
Agustin English that is.
What an idiot.

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