I'd be shit-faced drunk,
Lying in my own vomit.
But no, calculus.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
And sadly, of course,
if you read my haiku, then
you can smell my corpse.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
What's amazing is
that when I read your haiku,
I can see your corpse.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
It is nothing new.
When I look in the mirror
I see my own corpse.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
One, two, three, four, five.
Count them! Five. Five Syllables!
MWAH HAH HAH HA HAAAH!
*Boom crackle crash*
by The Count of Sesame Street
Severed limbs still twitch;
Wet blood sprayed on walls,clotting . . .
You see your own corpse
by Out of Patience Out of Inspiration of Out of Body Experience
We love Haiku more
than life itself. Look within:
Empty eye sockets
by the light of November Moon SICK of HAIKU
Drink from filthy skull!
Drink fresh blood of bad haiku.
Golden hordes rampant.
by Chinkis Khan loves DJT of Haiku will violate your crypt, rip out your soul
I alone remain
Surveying Haiku corpse-mound:
stench of foul verses
by Blue + Red = RED of Red + 1 = TRUTH
Quiet on the front.
Time to reload Haiku guns.
Bad verse: shoot to kill
by REDREDREDREDREDRED (blue) REDREDRED
Stop writing Haiku?
Pry phone from my cold dead hands.
I'll write from the grave.
by Anonymous Poet
Did I mention TRUMP?
The greatest statesman ever:
The Orange green light!
by voting RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED RED
Nationalism:
It's the new globalism
So suck it, Lemon
by Anonymous Poet
Orange Donald juice
With a big bag of Cheetos:
crunch crunch crunch crunch YES!
by Anonymous Poet
Will kill for Orange.
Worse yet: will write bad haiku.
Fear the coming storm!
by Anonymous Poet
Orange! Orange or
Plunge into globalist hell...
More Orange please, sir.
by Anonymous Poet
Your/my only hope:
Cheeto administration.
Bow to Orange Man!
by ba by ba by ba by of yeah yeah yeah
The syllables count.
That Oriental craftsmanship.
Haiku is SO dull.
by Anonymous Poet
You're wrong, vhs.
Since when did anything work?
Entropy is Lord.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
Haiku go kaka
by Anonymous Poet
I
by Back talker of Out Back
I
by Back talker of Out Back
No toilet paper?
No problem. Just use Bad Haiku
5-7-5 ply
by Anonymous Poet
My Haiku is hexed
by Anonymous Poet
Even my ass crack
It
by Anonymous Poet
i feel doomed, nothing
works, want to delete myself
everything is broken
including haiku
by vhs
Bending over now
Pendulous thang hanging low
Pick up my car keys
by Varoom of Zoom Zoom
Your verse inhabits
your own rectal cavity
its true place of birth
by Anonymous Poet
Actor Richard Gere
Is offering a reward
His gerbil went missing
by Kidnapping this famous gerbil you might make me rich of Gerbil hunting
My enormous cock
is too large for your tight ass.
Oh wait, there it goes.
Take that, you gerbil!
I rescued you from my ass
so I can bang yours.
by DARTH FERBILGUCKER
Move to USA
President is a Cheeto
The place has gone nuts
by Relocation Advisor of Americhaos
Guess who's on eBay?
Selling stale moon cake doorstops
For the holidays
by Sleuth
Considering move.
The slums of Mogadishu?
Perhaps Australia?
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
Chicken Avenger.
Superhero, pecks out eyes
of chicken fuckers.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
A fugitive, no.
Where I am, there are no laws.
I guess it's more fun.
As for VHS,
I'm sure that he's Cuntfart Cunt.
If not, don't tell me.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
Incarcerated
VHS' situation
Darth: A fugitive
by Hmmm
Sometimes I wonder
Who you two gents really are
Got fuzzy viewer
by Me
I thought it was wax lips and malted milk balls in that bucket
by Anonymous Poet
Eagle Scout now, sir
I won the Scavenger Hunt
Aced Chicken fucking
by Thanks to your YouTube tutorial of Scouts Honor. And on her
Step into my van,
gullible helpful boy scout.
You will make great soup.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER
The parents were pissed.
My candy bowl had a hole.
Through it I poked, well...
You know.
by DARTH FIGPUCKER of I did not drop those shat in undies. I put them there purposely.
Mr. Figoucker
You dropped these white underwear
With the big brown stain
by Boy Scout of Crosswalk
Foreskin and foreskin
And foreskin and foreskin and
Foreskin is Twentyskin
by Please check my work, Prof. Figpucker of One room schoolhouse
John Boy Walton
by Press Agent of Pimple on Mr. Thomas
Yo. Hear Ye Hear Ye
Please disregard my birthmark
Named Richard Thomas
by John Boy Walton
I cannot decide
how many children I'll eat
this fine Halloween.
Teeee Heeee heeee bwah ha
hooo hee hoo mwahhhhhh ha ha ho
heee *snort* *cackle* *fart*.
by Cuntfart Cunt's twin sister.
Glitch in the Matrix
by Anonymous Poet
