International
pig-fucking competition
concession stand snacks.

Chitlins are nasty
but so are the contestants.
Can I get mayo?

Were you expecting
that polar bears would survive
man-made extinction?!

Polar bears vanish.
Forest fires. Record heat waves
Dead bees on my porch.

What's more disturbing
than pregnant retarded girls?
I am at a loss.

Here's the solution.
We must kill all the people.
We'll have lots of food.

Start with Africa.
Then, of course, we'll hit China.
And then India.

The problem is solved.
Now go write a bad haiku
about politics.

You had enough words
to write a proper haiku
yet failed to make it

We have enough food
to feed all of the people
and yet some starve

But I love mornings.
I also wish you were drunk.
Then I could fuck you.

I hate mornings.
I wish I was drunk.
Fuck.

She is like hot pants
freshly out of the dryer
on winter morning

Success, more or less,
is difficult to express
making me depressed

Shit-covered dildo.
Maggots in your underwear.
Arby's sandwiches.

I like ping-pong games.
I once saw one in Thailand.
That girl could work it!

She wasn't impressed
When I had shot the ball back.
Jealous lady-boys.

I say one haiku
I hope to hear one response
Haiku ping pong game

I write badder but
The era of literacy
Is all about code

Jarred starts and ends
his sandwich-eating career
getting in small pants.

Men who eat pussy
Are known as pussy-eaters.
Or just lesbians.

So if she know the
Websites grow old regulars stale
Like a pub crawls down

The Harmonica:
A musical instrument.
Window to the soul.

put it in my butt
butt put it in my butt butt
putt it in right now

I have what it takes
to become a poop eater
Yes, I have my dreams!

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Exploding butt zits.
That was my Fourth of July.
And snorting bath salts

Butt chugging mouth wash.
Minty freshness flatulence.
Scope or Listerine?

zombies shambling in
exhausting his last salvo
soon he will join them

Jerk it in the sink.
Take a shit in the shower.
College life is good.

Freedom is a myth
People needed to create
To justify laws

Ash, you are correct.
If you want to have freedom,
You're in the wrong place.

French revolution.
Kill the fat, rich, greedy pigs.
Roast them and eat them.

I will enjoy it.
But I'll do it from afar.
French Polynesia.

I'll be snorkeling
while you battle with fat pigs.
Tanned and slightly drunk.

Gingers have no souls.
Coppercab even more so.
God doe not love him.

with crap leadership
our once mediocre land
sinks even further

quick, look over there !
ignore the economy
and trash the planet

it's pretty woeful
but equally appalling
is the other side

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