Would you rather have
intestinal parasites
or read this poem?

tucker carlson on
tv talking to this blonde strong
willed writer trashing

liberals again...

Walking from the bar,
I stepped in buffalo poop,
1:00 a.m. and drunk.

It oozed through sandals,
covering my sunburned feet,
and I did not mind.

Shooting stars passed by.
A lewd wish about young girls
far out of my league.

Dogs growled, barked, or whined
as I quietly passed by
wishing they would bite.

All of this is true.
Please take from it what you will.
Or just leave it here.

The open window
lets out a racket of farts
for neighbors to hear.

and then he knifed him
self tired of hearing the
legalistic crap

consigning his soul
to hellfire over 5 bucks
on a contract signed

Huffing super glue.
Getting drunk on cough syrup.
Paper bag spray paint.
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Feather duster worms.
Dry out and crush their remains.
Snort them like cocaine.

The ghosts of demons
dance naked in your left ear,
giving you orders.

Obey completely.
Do exactly as you're told.
Otherwise you'll die.

Something to ponder;
If French people eat French toast,
do they call it "toast?"

Well, if it is French,
then it must be poetry.
Watch Killing Zoe.

There is a French whore
asking to be shat upon.
It sounds beautiful!

if you pull your damn
t-shirt over your head one
more time well you know

we need to reduce
the crappucino intake
to reduce relapse

I should go get drunk.
And then cheat on my fat wife.
Instead of working.

Almost 20 years.
I would expect an upgrade.
The same as a spouse.

eepruoyt will now treat us to SEO spam. Or sites done in India. Or something. It's obvious.

Exclamation Point!
One comma; semicolon
So, do you love me?

Almost twenty years
That's ancient for a website
What can you expect?

Sure, allow hot-links,
but do not allow smart quotes
or apostrophes.

Makes a lot of sense.
This site is made for spammers.
Or so it seems like.

A conspiracy!
It reflects the universe.
Not sure which is worse.

Poetry and life.
They should reflect each other.
And indeed they do.

Leech-like parasites.
Spammers, haters, and poets.
Feeding off themselves.

Cannibalistic.
Native jungle tribe stew pot.
Hannibal Lecter.

I'll have the liver,
with a side of fava beans,
and nice chianti.

Upgrade this website.
Make posts public, but log in
required to post.

DUH!

I need oleo.
Oleo for my bunghole.
Do you have TP?

Bring me your TP!
My bunghole will be angry!
Are you threat'ning me?!

I miss you in the night
but you forgot me in the day
heart broken

the risk click on this
to what, to where, the blind path
the alley mugged on

I miss you in the night
but you forgot me in the day
heart broken

tides of twisted time
washing through us like a wave
beyond our control

great cornhoolio
is my t-shirt today once
he was popular

now he is but a
face on donation t shirts
at a goodwill store

i'm posting here a
bit to push some of the spam
out of the way now

this internet was
once a novelty but now
it is the zeitgeist

I'm making a lot
of life changes today and
the waiting scares me

i just wish we could
control "hello hello" etc
so posts could be this

james patterson ventures into his darkest climate yet... verse...

james patterson releases lyrics for new song, "better than you", as sung by jack reacher (as portrayed by pitbull)...

james patterson releases retro vinyl album designed to appeal to the young... achieves meta-ironic success...

james patterson begins to sell life-sized realdoll recreations of his famous characters... scenes portrayed with guns begin appearing online...

famous writers rebel against patterson hegemony... put down by lifelike reacherbots...

patterson hegemony splits along lines of reacher/cross schism...

pittsburgh becomes site zero of nuclear warfare as aging writer's cybernetics fail, technology needed for repair lost in great internet fire of 2039...

death falls as giant cockroaches begin swarming out of mutated ohio river... streams of human/robot alliance emerge... put down insects... humanity vows, never again... all bestsellers destroyed

fourteen thousand years later... alien probe uncovers unburnt copy of "private paris"... infection spreads to interstellar reach... abstract patterforms begin emerging from depths of dead space..

I typically watch
What What in the Butt and stuff
like that to laugh at.

Seriously, though,
I still like Tool's videos,
but they need new ones!

Haven't heard new bands
that I am ape shit over
in a long long time.

Old age settle in.
A squatter I cant evict.
I should surf naked.

Beats chasing young sluts.
Pregnant girls or diseases.
Ain't got time for that!

watching videos
on youtube with weird band names
cannibal corpse? well

they're not that good but
toad the wet sprocket those guys
are actually good

it's like anything that
goes on for years and years there's
a last straw that breaks

well there was a band
called Garbage but they were quite
actually not bad

It is all garbage.
Absolute fucking garbage.
All that is on here.

Goodbye!

The thing about Christ.
Few see his true miracle.
That of acceptance.

well you know the whole
Christianity thing does have a
shit ton of loopholes

the whole grace thing but
one can't treat the Pearl like a
wooden nickel see...

and yes I've prayed for you, just for you know better relations and all that...Janis might go wait no religious stuff on...

i miss 'em

Kill the manager.
Paint the walls with your feces.
Claim insanity.

Go on Oprah's show.
Write a book about it all.
Get money and chicks.

Monday morning blues
So depressed I can't tie my shoes
I hate my shit job

The only bad thing
about Christianity
is all the taboos.

No sex, drugs, murder,
adultery, or even
coveting others' stuff.

What a lame belief!
I think I'll become Muslim.
Allah Akbar, y'all!

Can I keep my pigs?
I guess if I don't eat them.
I think it's okay.

I'm Christian PF
We've been going at this for
years in some way or

another, but you
know Mike Meyers Cawfee Tawk
and you know who that

comes up at every
damn encounter with "Christians"
gotta know em and

I just can't keep up
with your own writing, I'd like
to, when it doesn't

fuck with things it's fun
words slip in and slip out as
you can see right there

icing the knee, and
trying to get people to
join me on this site

once again i am all
verklempt not knowing how to
respond, and then some

*It !!!!
*It just passed us right on by.
(shitty keyboard.)

Bad Poetry Day.
I just passed us right on by.
No body loves us.

The SPAM can respond?!
Well fuck me running sideways.
It's now self-aware!

Olympic ping-pong.
The human race needs to die.
It is clenching proof.

Olympic butt-sex,
That's a possibility,
but fucking ping-pong?!

Butt-fucking ping-pong.
Asshole ping-pong ball shooting.
Just like Mexico.

Mexico takes gold.
Then Thailand takes the silver.
USA gets bronze.

She's done it again!
Her 3rd Olympic medal.
Kaitlyn Jenner's great!

When it was over,
he wished he'd fucked a sandwich.
Or a burrito.

It reminds him of
Arby's roast beef sandwiches
with a horrid stench.

That ain't horsey sauce.
It could use some vinegar.
It made him queasy.

It is just like when
you eat fresh made wasabi;
don't breathe through your nose.

The monster's breath reeks.
Just like your wife's vagina.
Oh, that's what it is.

Tiny little dick.
Enormous cunt with sharp teeth.
Balls will miss their friend.

Cigars won't kill you.
They are only unhealthy
if you breathe their smoke.

Instead smoke ganja.
Marijuana cures cancer.
My friend's friend's grandma...

If there were no "if"
mathematicians would die.
If "if" were outlawed.

Big O, little o.
The big IF and little if.
Huge cunt, tiny dick.