Come on, walk right through
Starkitten expecting you
Law of Bad Haiku

Hood of your car, Babe
Drive through a crowd. New Year's Eve.
Show them your Dick Clark

Geriatric stunt
Spelunking in Grandma's Cunt
Fallen. Can't get up.

Punch the juke box,Fonz
Happy Days are here again!
Drive In Circle Jerk!!

Ocean Getaway
Buried in sand. Head sticking out.
FREAKING LITTERBOX!!

Don't be embarrassed
Pull your pants down now, my friend
Best haiku is short

Submit to me now.
Submit to my bad Haiku.
Go on. Just DO IT

Yeah, But HILLARY !
Come on, you know; Dame Clinton.
The one with that . . . thing.

Pop'n Fresh cutie
Cornered him in the pantry
Hardcore Doughgasm

Starkitten's moist book;
not sure I wanna read it.
Is it legible?

By you reading this
Proof you had sex with him:
John Boy Walton's mole

Esteemed Starkitten:
Can you do another one
about Hillary?

Slept through the orgy
Making up for lost time now
Bad Haikugasm

Compulsive Haiku:
Ephemeral poetry
Tossed into the void

Gynecologist
Face Plant. Tuna Casserole.
Worked straight through lunch

Hey, I jacked off, I don't know about the rest of you.... do we need to coordinate it? How about noon tomorrow, EST. Is that good for everyone?

Give me more info.
Write a creative by-line.
Then I'll know it's you!

If you're bored with porn.
Why not try a prostitute?
What is there to lose?

Well, yeah, there's money.
And you could get HIV.
It beats suicide.

Go on, blow some cash.
Go crazy, live a little.
You might just like her.

Read her your poems.
Show her bad haiku dot com.
Go on, we're waiting.

So . . . that circle jerk;
what happened to it, poets;
Did your muses leave?

What's the worse part about safe sex?
Stopping to click the mouse.
...And a sticky keyboard if you're not careful.

Do not waste your life.
Drive your car into a crowd.
Claim you were possessed.

Seek resolution
on Oprah or some talk show.
You will be famous.

That craving for porn;
say you don't ever get it
and I say you lie.

The Sabaeans or Sabeans (Arabic: اَلـسَّـبَـئِـيُّـون‎, as-Saba

i could off myself
in real life, no more porn or
haiku from me, so

i think ill stick around even though i feel
bad today ive menial work to do

The Queen of Sheba
must have had a clitoris.
Or was she Muslim?

You ever had hope?
I mean... how naive are you?
All species die; ours too.

Extinction is good.
It is all God's perfect plan.
blah blah blah blah blah.

Did Allah tell you
To sew their vaginas shut?
Hell rises with you.

Nomadic faces:
Somali girls with no clits
infibulated

United States of
brainwashed by MSN News,
Go to hell forthwith.

There are some nations
that seem truly to be cursed.
Can you name any?

South Sudan at war:
Cattle rustling, burning huts
Flies on corpses. God.

I'll start this one off.
Online poets' circle jerk.
SK can finish.

Let's get those pants down.
We got your back, vhs.
We believe in you.

And... stroke 1, 2, 3.
stroke 1, 2, 3; 1, 2, 3.
Uh, oh. That was fast.

How embarrassing.
Em bare ass ing... or something.
Now where's the Kleenex.

Just go masturbate.
You'll feel better afterwards.
Beats writing haiku.

Inherit the wind
A fortune of flatulance
Methane Millionaire

Write bestselling book
Sign autographs with fart stains!
Back End Billionaire

i wish i were in
the frame of mind to actually
be funny right now

The sex was hot but
Always laying on the couch
Scratching his ink sack

Y'know, I can't name
a single modern poet.
Quite comical, yes?

Oh fucking hell no.
Tell me we're not back to this.
Cephalopod porn.

But considering
that haiku are Japanese,
I guess it makes sense.

Good night vhs
Good night John Boy Walton's mole
Good night James Caan's face

Good old Abel got
A pretty sweet deal - at rest
Under the water

Something something cryptosporidium

They gave Ecstasy
To octopi and didn't
Even invite me

i'm tired, i want to
write more haiku but I am
tired tonight from chats

Be on the Lookout!
Starkitten has escaped cage!
Huge Haiku Reward!

Caress of night wind
A bitchslap to the senses
Kinky Excursion

James and I will help
Hop in. We're driving to town
For notebook paper

The carp-pool's surface
moved by murmurs of night wind...
Hey -- any beer left?

Found a better way
To keep him hobbled in bed
Just sat on his face

Meow James meow Caan meow
Meow Starkitten meow love him
Meow James meow Caan meow

My my, such rancor...
Such peeved ventings of Haiku:
Embittered poets.

Tex-Mex, Chipotle
Diarrhetic poetry
All Trump's fault; who knew?