Poop worm dink undies
fart stench toilet grunt ass wipe
constipation cunt.

Dirty underwear
Sending them as Christmas gifts
You are on the list

Toilet Recliner
Relax and grunt in comfort
Because you're worth it

I have a feeling
The stench is a real problem
When you use the can

Diary Entry:
Suffocate him in his sleep
With a plastic bag

You can tell your friends
Your haiku is famous
Bask in the glory

Wet wild wiggly worm?
Which end of you has the dink?
I like holding you

Wiping my behind
Decorated with bad poop
Help wanted: Ass Wipe

Must enjoy loud farts
Preferably ambidextrous
With a caring touch

There is a blank page.
And I scribble a haiku.
But which is better?

Worms are in my brain.
If you wait at my asshole,
you'll wait forever.

It's always God's fault.
Satan's just a laid back dude
with a big red ass.

Sort of hungry now
waiting for worms to pop up
From your big asshole

Why this place exists....
Must be a crazy dream of...
God or the Devil

Donald Trump sucks ass

Sorry to bother you
But I don

Sorry to bother you
But I don

Chocolate brown chip loaf
Cocoa nib chunk cookie crumb
Fudge mocha dank dump

Constipation Wish
Someone please free the log jam
I don't deserve this

Had the urge to fart
What a surprise. Poop came out.
God's fault or Devil?

in that case kiss my haikus

Nice ass

Electricity
Telecommunication
Abracadabra

Masturbatory
hyperreflexivity
ejaculation.

Already famous.
My ass is enjoyed worldwide.
Check out my haiku.

There should be a score
That calculates the crazy
Based on the poems

Where are the poets?
Yes, I think this site is rigged
By Psychiatrists

Gonna be famous
My haikus are enjoyed worldwide
I'll show you my ass

Lots of dogs ran loose
Their shit rotted and turned white
Then disintegrated

Some piles got stepped in

The girl up the street
Used to eat boogers on snow
I haven't tried it

They had a poodle
His asshole was stained yellow
Ran loose in the streets

Back to basics now
Cuntfart Cuntfart cunt. Breathe.
Cuntfart Cuntfart cunt

You freaking madman
Are you servicing your wife?
Swatting mosquitoes?

Somebody stop me
Yo, VHS, fickpucker
Throw down some road spikes

I can't stop haiku
It's out of control. I tried
Haiku brakes on the fritz

Got the syllable shits and I can't stop.

We are in God's jail
Doing Time for our parents
They were horny that night

Colonel sanders here
You have to fuck the chicken
That is the secret

And then we'll fly off
Catch up with the Hale Boppers
You just might get laid

With a glass of milk
Toast cut in triangle shapes
To enhance flavor

No holiday guests
No holiday meal. Just toast
And peanut butter

You can see the stench
Haikus rotting in the sun
It's all your fault,dude

Peanut butter toast
Is my all time favorite meal
Can you dig it, babe

Swing by. Pick me up
Let's drive straight into the sun
Burn, motherfucker!

Melancholy Turd
Abandoned in Menswear aisle
On Fitting Room floor

Hard work, these poems
Up before sunrise, milking
Syllables. Smells foul.

Turkey shaped clogger
Forgot plunger in England
Call it Grog with Log

Up close.magnified
Every pore and crumb of shit
Anal Viewmaster

Swinging high high high
Away I fly fly fly
Into a shitpile

That sounds G rated
Compared to Jim Bob's skill
Fuckbasting the Bird

Hard as Plymouth Rock
Wipe your hands on the stray dogs
Jizzed Brussels sprouts

I know what it is
Got a headless conjoined twin
Call it double junk

I wouldn't know what DVDA was if not for Matt Stone and Trey Parker. What would Brian Boitano Do?