Yesterday....Today....
We didn't ask for this crap.
Maybe tomorrow...

Jesus, son of God
Never tasted McDonald's
He really missed out

all things considered
some folks think it is the end
so there's mark taylor

And end with a fart

Once upon a Figpucker

All stories will start

I hope that I know when I'm going to die so that I can post on Farcebook, I AM DARTH FIGPUCKER, to shame my whole family. That way they will hate me and not mourn me at all. Save them the trouble. Cremate me, flush my ashes down the nearest toilet. Save money that way.

I miss elections.
I used to shit on porches
of republicans.

Never shat in sinks.
I mean, why waste a good turd?
Each turd can be art!

Of course I'm joking.
My life: haiku, sudoku.
Sudoku, haiku.

No nipple biting.
the bee's knees and wasp's nipples.
Erogenous bugs.

I realized something.
Being immortal would suck.
I feel bad for God.

God or the Devil.
They will never know the end.
And its sweet release.

So much backed up shit
Procrastinating colon
I

Nivea fetish
A self proclaimed sink shitter
That guy has small feet

Please bite my nipples.
Go ahead and make them bleed.
It's better than milk.

When feeling useless,
and you have nothing to say,
blow it out your ass.

Or write a haiku.
The whole world will be amazed.
I am so awesome!

It's like the Cups song
Except you use cut off dicks
Miss 'em when they're gone

Spend our lives waiting
The suspense is killing me
I can hardly wait

Good Old Ceiling Cat
He's been watching you do that
And that's an eyeful

In the waiting room
That's where we do our waiting
We're in here waiting

Let me show you
My intergluteal cleft
Conversation piece

Boner compass
Lost in the town of Pleasure
Tiny hands. Raking.

Ass gas no jiggle
Always welcome for dinner
It's All You Can Eat

I hate statistics.
Even more than statistics,
I hate stats teachers.

I hypothesize
that your ass is hippo-sized.
Supersized your fries.

Neither one wore clothes.
They toed each other asses.
More so at dinner.

All the oceans depths
can't contain the filth that flows
from our bad haiku.

Warn the EPA!
Eviscerated Poets
Abnormality.

or something

Putrid waters flow . . .
All filth washed away to sea.
Hail, cleansing ocean!

In the waiting room
A perfect time for Haiku
But what shall I say?

You're levitating!
Oh wait, it's just your penis
Not a magician

Urinate Freestyle
Full Bladder Parkour. Rad.
Piss everyone off

I have peed in sinks.
Only in public restrooms.
Never my own house.

As for the toilet
Nothing is perfect. Cracked seat
Matches my cracked seat

Ever peed in a sink?

In with the In Crowd
Bagels and Lox In forehead
Pocky sticks in nose

Haiku decompose
The Orient shopping mall
Lies, lies and more LIES.

Because you are you

Just because you

Tis I, little buddy
You are my super hero
Just because you

Toilet has broken
And the shatbird has spoken
My GIANT HINDER

Kenny, is that you?!
Kenny's superhero name
is Mysterion.

Don't break the toilet.
By weight or explosive force.
Porcelain ain't cheap!

Enormous hind end
Bearing down hard and grunting
To be continued...

The night settles down.
Or at least you think it does.
Until you hear it.

Charlie wasn't bad.
Just made a poor career choice.
True standup comic.

In a funny way
Oscar is like Charles Manson
Except much more green

Gentle Big Bird
You know he's the one for me
Hide under his wing

Oscar was my fave.
But I think now it's The Count.
Cookie Monster's cool.

I'm sure he smokes pot.
Always getting the munchies.
But so lethargic.

The Count's a demon.
Can't drink Burt and Ernie's blood.
'Cause he might get AIDS.

Rubbing your head
Don't strain when you are pooping
I'm counting on you

Skateboard accident.
Now that's one cool way to die.
I could live with that.

Me taking a dump.
Queen alien laying eggs.
Looks about the same.

I killed a poor bug.
It looked like a mosquito.
Casualty of war.