*Fertilized.

*EasterBated

Chocolate Jesus.
This is My Body and Blood.
Cream filled, bite the head.

Eaterbated Peeps.
Fertiled eggs will soon hatch
a Devilish plan.

And finally, this
Wind is blowing my mind off
The thing it sits on

Carrying my phone
Looking cool as fuck all, eh?
Watch me talk on it

Writing my poem
About the new haiku smell
Feeling so lucky

Forecast calls for wind
Blowing straight out of your junk
And out the back end

Tie down the whole street
Seek out cover and good coffee
Wait out this weather

Hair conditioner
We know what you do with it
So, stop it right now

Delicatessen
Genoa hard salami?
Comes with own mayo

priesthood and boners
The only problem with this
Hiding salami

Birdsong of the wind
Lullaby of the fat worms
Asleep in the nest

Delicate crane's eggs
Tickled by fluttering wind
Humping fan on low

Multitasking rules!
Masturbate to poetry.
Kill two birds, you know.

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