pretty prose prances
alliterative attack
ruggedly repelled

Satin syllables
slowly slather swimmingly
secretly softly

did bukowski want
his dirty old man title
back from you DF?

Blowing black boogers.
A big city walkabout.
I don't suggest it.

milk and cheese went bad
even had their own comic
ran about violent

and some said that say
lactose intolerance how
about intolerant

lactose

If it carries a switchblade.

fridge cleaning today
question: how can you tell if
buttermilk is bad?

Spray your asshole clean.
Luxury Asian commode.
Fuck toilet paper.

sequined superstars
pedophile pornographers
missile making mice

bread crumbs in my pants
ducks follow only so far
"Not today," they say

Go google yourself
Spraying your brain around here
Will clash with the drapes

Doomed humanity
Flatulent profanity
Humping Manatee

Lastly, I imbibe
ghastly, whomever subscribes
shite is the order

hereafter, splendor
cast against a wall again
tender, surrender

wherein lay humour
mainly, 'tis in my rectum
anal retention

havoc averted
a celebration replete
immeasurable drugs

mine buttocks clinging
each to the other, aside
gateway sealed for once

Yo no hablo French
But I'm handy with a wrench
Smell like New York stench

farts rick beaucoup trop
probable qu'il va exploser et
ils auront besoin d' une sorte d'

Damn that dirty meth.
Up all night banging chickens.
Yes, I should have slept.

Go to sleep early
Try it and see how it feels
It may change your life

The toad was quiet.
This poor toad did not want fame.
Now it is too late.

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The President growled:
"Give me the launch codes. Right now."
"Sir, please. You are drunk."

'Ku rolls on, a rapping
Hos in tow, legs be wrappin
Poets here: fappin

Yall perplexin
Layered themes, in my rhymes
Hos: "please, one more time?"

If hot lil hos is
What you crave, just mosey on
N leave them wanting

Hos holla, folla
Screamin "ku dont leave! Yo Rhymes
Impregnate our minds"

Phone pic dat turd and
rub in faces: dem geeks in
NSA spaces

Riddle on 'ku
Twistin yo minds ju jitsu
Hos say "we love 'Kuuuuuu!!!"

time to state dey crimes
Far past time, these fucking slimes
Ass holes assholes yo

Kitten Beyonce
Know da ho score, dey all want more
Monarch viagra

Kennedy secret speech
Did tell, Societies: our hell
For dat, rang his bell

Dont read yous poo for
Clues fool, yous new ass master
Be old you know who

Its my third coming
In yo facezzzzz, puttin youzzz
In yo placezzzes

Over a decade
Makin rhymes, hos be cryin
"We want 'ku rappin"

But its yo slavry
I am warnin, oligarchy
Dey be comin, yo

I am now worried.
Rap-haiku fusion's a sign
of the Apocalypse.

Also that I have
horrific diarrhea
and my asshole burns.

I bet it's swollen
and looks like a pink donut
with glaze and sprinkles.

Where's my cell phone?
I'll take a picture of it.
Just for vhs.

Oh, but I forgot.
He said he's not coming back.
And he never lies.

Hos want dem dollaz
All seeing eye on back they
Folla. Nasty crime.

My dick: thick 'ku(hai) brick
Gonna send these horny hos
On space oddessy

"We so horny, yo"
hos squeal. I say "eyes wide shut
Illuminati"

Yall poets hair so
nappy, I say Flava Flav
yo fuckin pappy!

Haiku zombies rock
Spittin rhymes w Mister Spock
Eatin your brains, Jaques

Beethoven n Bach
Figure out my Fey riddle?
Its my big fat cock!

Bitchez say "want Haiku!"
I say "gesundheit baby"
"Now love me long time"

In poets facezzzzz
Puttin em in their placezzzzz
Hey hoooo hey hooooo..you know it

Bitchez say, "oh poet"
"You da guy we wanna lay!"
"Other poets: lame"

I crush my poet
Enemies n hear their womenz
Lamentationzes

They lament until
I grab their neck, and I say
Bitch, dem poets gay

Other poets try
to rhymes, but they mommas had
Sexy time with slimes

Rappin poet is
Here to ask, whats up the ass
Of dat tina fey?

Donald Trump is gay.
He buys women like they're dolls.
Will he deport them?

Getting old sucks ass.
Post-pee dribble soaks my pants.
Thank God for long shirts!

profane is mundane
need money to ride the train
please send me to Spain

Jesus Fucking Christ
This place is a total mess
No moral compass

Oh no! Don't leave us!
What will we do without you?!
Our fearless leader!

too much has happened
in real life to declare this
on going joke important

I'm no extrovert.
Rather I'm an extravert--
extra perverted!

I'm sure extroverts
are openly obnoxious.
I'm like that just here.

Is it possible
I'm a closet extrovert?
Is it, oh wise one?