Back End Breeze Blowing
Bad Ass Volcano Flowing
Brown Lava, Showing
by Anonymous Poet
That Darth Figpucker
Conditioner Connoisseur
Slippery Fellow
by Anonymous Poet
My friend Fickpucker
Skateboarding through life's manure
Sowing poem seeds
by Starkitten of Specific Northwest
In brown italics
The poetry discharge hole
Self cleaning stink duct
by Salesman of Traveling
Darth opens his mouth:
Fart. Steaming cascade of shit.
Same thing when Darth types.
by Figpucker Intervention Team
Wrapped in swaddling clothes
Born with a full grown penis
Baby bono vox
by Ragamuffin of Ireland
Have poets always
been so confrontational?
Like fools to their king.
Asking for a friend
questioning an enema.
Fleet bisacodyl.
So it all comes out,
as the proctologists say,
in the bitter end.
"Looks like he's had his
grande latte enema."
A great movie quote.
by df
You say "shit no wit"
as if that is a bad thing.
Someone shat you out.
Shitting is hard work.
Be respectful to your mom.
She loves you, I'm sure.
She could have flushed you.
But she kept and nurtured you.
Like U2's Bono.
So I shit haiku.
Hey, I'm not shooting up schools.
Be thankful, wee turd.
by Mr. Hankey, Circle of Poo
Push suck push suck push
Push suck push Glunk flush glug swirl
Unclogged your terlit
by Darth's plumber of Darthville
Darth school of Haiku:
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, no wit.
Just shit upon shit.
by Sensei Figpucker
Spa time with my boo
Stinking up the joint right now
Gonna get trespassed
by Smelly
A beautiful mind
And he
by Now, what of Mensa Think Tank
Haiku proportion:
Penis poems to "others"
is one over pi.
Theoretically.
The proof is hard to work out.
But you know it's true.
Tune in next week, kids.
I'll derive God's phone number.
He doesn't like text.
by df
Sloppy cursive job
Illegible bachelor
Penis fountain pen
by Invisible ink of Dink
Take zinc for your dink.
I think. In pill form or drink.
Live life on the brink.
by df
Cuntabulated.
For those busy prostitutes.
Vaginal spread sheets.
by df
Think pink mink dink stink?
Pink dink slink. Pink stink dink. think.
Slink mink. Stink mink fink
by Anonymous Poet
Think pink dink stink sink.
Slink mink fink rink brink ink wink.
Sync drink kink link blink.
by
This life will kill us
It seems like a waste of time
But just wait it out
by Anonymous Poet
you just laugh at me
When I show you my small dink
And then we both cry
by Anonymous Poet
extra small penis
Trying not to get noticed
jerkin the gherkins
by Anonymous Poet
https://www.artsy.net/article/artsy-editorial-ancient-greek-sculptures-small-penises
by df
Statue of David
Ever notice his small dink?
X husband was his twin
by I'd rather not say of Around
without the cuss words,
or mention of genitals,
it's not a poem.
by true art needs genitals
That was kinda fun
Really decent poetry
You can write one too
Please submit poems
One poem a day, at least
Recite them out loud
Kuntfart Kuntfart Kunt!!
by Anonymous Poet
Please read my poem
I worked on it all day long
Get it just right, man
Didn't use cuss words
Or mention genitalia
Needs an extra line
G Rated Poem
by Pig Dong
Zip zip zip zip zip
Zip zip zip zip zip zip zip
Dink caught in fly
by Anonymous Poet
Rock rock rock crack smush
Rock smush rock smush rock smush smush
Sticky werthers gramps?
by Anonymous Poet
Jehova's Witness
Keeps them away from your door
Protection Program
by Just ask
Your smile..like the sun
Cheerful, long yellow teeth
I think I'm in love
by Smitten
Soggy manure life
Like a rainy day all day
If the rain wuz poop
by Bucket Filler
Have no ha'penny?
Then let's just skin you alive
Oh, and God bless you.
by Church goer
your smile send shock waves
that i forget i have lungs
and my legs have knees
by vince
The children are taught to sing "Merry Christmas" with their hands held out begging for money and it never changes until they die.
by
"When I grow up I
want to be a sacrifice
to volcano gods."
by
You might not like filth.
That's where life begins and ends.
Don't blame me, blame God.
Every fart, turd,
and bodily excretion
is a prayer of thanks.
by df
Can you reduce it,
Every last lyric impulse,
To sex filth vomit?
by buried deep in the figpuckers hog farm
I aim to not aim.
It's wise to stand far from me
at the urinal.
by df
With six extra cocks
his junk looked like a bag pipe.
Big hit at gay bars.
by MgGregor's Gene Splicing, Inc. of Lock Ness
The missing bagpipes
Last spotted in Edinburgh
Look under his kilt
by Spotted Dick of Bettergetthatlookedat
I aim to confuse
What is my chosen weapon? My shitty haikus
by William Mcgonagall of Edinburgh
I would like a Hell.
Torture for all of my sins.
And then I could sleep.
It would be peaceful.
As long as my wife's not there.
It will be okay.
by df
Well, you could have flushed
That's not very neighbourly
Ain't a art museum
by Hick
bad haiku check-in:
farts, shit-stains, and suchlike filth
time to leave again
by Anonymous Poet
I have a question
Um, do farts have syllables
Can u fart haiku?
Can u cut the cheese?
Lay a coil or drop a stew?
Make smelly haiku?
by Smelly Poet
Important Message
Near Far wherever you Are
My fart must go on
by On and on and on of Republik of Skidmark
There is no Hell place
So don't sweat the small stuff, dude
Just play with yourself
by Anonymous Poet
Do you mean Dante?
He was obsessed with Satan.
Whatever sells, eh?
I should read his work.
Would be good to pass the time.
As I wait for hell.
A book I enjoyed.
Satan: His Psychotherapy and Cure
by The Unfortunate Dr. Kassler, J.S.P.S.
by df
When in third grade,
I'd shit in other kids' pants.
Then make them wear it.
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