Danced with my old friend
Tornado Toes ( he's a ghost)
Hit him up some time

Penis size the same
Lookalike of the sandworms
Protein shakes for all

Erection distract
Practice Haiku discipline
Leave ding dong alone

Who needs an erection
With all this poetry
To look forward to

What I was thinking
The wind was just letting go
Breathing on your head

Smoking in the dark
In bed listening to grunge
Burned my limp dick

The wind blew and extinguished
A burning lamp's wick
That's why it's so smoky in here
Remembering Nirvana

I take more showers than necessary
Because the last time I was happy
I was taking a shower
Attempting to recreate contentment

Deglazing the pot
White porcelain bowl. Hot stew
Martha Stewart shits

Working hard scrub floor
Show you my big bento box
Join me for lunch, yes?

Extra large popcorn
Hole cut out of the bottom
Yeah, that's him right there

The Japanese like
sordid carnal nastiness.
Look at anime!

guess what...i
f~posted from my tv
fracking sweet remote

submissive haiku?
if im dominant then what
BDSMku

**Imploding "HEAD meat"

Not "Heat meat".

Honestly.... can't type.

Gay millenials
have a problem with dairy,
yet eat their own "cheese".

Burn in Hell Haiku:
vapid, superficial verse.
Go home to Japan!

Please: more verse about
sordid carnal nastiness.
THAT'S real Haiku (not)

He's mocking me!
I'm mocking myself under a pseudo pseudonym and I won't stop!
He's craving equations. I must feed him!
Bye bye the by and by for now, I'll thank the cow
for the cheese, and next time say please.

Imploding heat meat.
Vacuum pump in rump to brain.
B4 you're insane!

Dead prostitutes, cough,
Poems, fat old mosquitoes,
Rancid moldy cheese.

Exploding ass meat.
Roast rump nitroglycerine.
C4 long pig ham.

Enslave all Earth's beasts
for my spoiled dairy feast.
I know no karma.

I need no dharma
Dolly llama cheeese, so pass
the crackers, honky.

And I'll pass the gass.
Proverbial cut the cheese.
Limburger blasting.

Limburger is just
really funky brie, you see.
What God made cows for.

Dead mosquitoes, cheese,
coffee, cute young prostitutes,
and bad poetry.

Vegan Pacino
Heaps of Parma! Good Karma!
Made with walnuts, yeast

Baked in your pie hole
Four and twenty blackbirds
Singing. Dead of night

Injecting goat cheese.
Smoked Gouda Buddha bong hits.
Snorting Parmesan.

I fucking love cheese.
Cholesterol filled downfall.
Delicious descent.

Worth the heart attacks.
Worth the hardened arteries.
Red wine cracker friends.

Cross Country Convoy
Cathetered cock constant cruise
Canned cuisine cooking

Pies' fart greaseless then
Remembered outside my hole
Ass blows shameful kiss

Sunday Communion
Vegan Parmesan sprinkle
Priest, Try stopping me

Changes repeating
Me commanding door open
Fortune of hustle

Perhaps a cocktail.
Cocaine/frog/devil's trumpet.
And a cheap strumpet.

Maybe frog toxins.
Is there anything to lose?
Other than my mind.

Craving a new high.
Devil's trumpets are calling.
But to smoke or drink?

Slip into comfort
Dongola Nullifiers
Shoes of yesteryear

Sun shines bright at dawn
Fragrant scents within this fall
Flames flicker restless

Women of ages
Tranquil peace as time returns
Money spent on top

Eyes dart voiceless now
Forgotten within my soul
Grass grows game of bliss

Repeating changes
Open door commanding me
Hustle of fortune

Armies march humbly
Wolf like sheep glances quickly
Leaves drift lonely now

You won't get blisters
If you don't rake up the leaves
Ban leaf blowers, too

Bird flies throughout all
Tender hug collapsing slow
Eyes dart back and forth

I don't know what a
disconnect will do for me
or to me, the leaves

outside sure do look
like a wonderful change to
mixed up laptop things

there are insane folks
in the world who will lash out
at complete strangers

I'm worried about
someone i care about right
now so Im concerned

Be a kid again
Jumping into rain puddles
Shoes dark like mud cake

The end of the world
Is not the end of the world
There's still stuff to do

Farts are my life now
The only problem with this
The wind is howling

The best way out there
Just got the best thing ever
Seatless Bicycle

I have never seen
The wind. I am not sure why.
I just want a kite

The best thing now is
The wind is howling. I can't
Hear my nasty farts