strange man in closet
She found him wearing her clothes
Just hanging around

i dont know what to
say, a wicked talent is
never buried, deep

The Calligrapher
Ambidextrous and then some
Cephalopod inked

Is there a word for it?
When you're wiping your asshole
And it's clean enough

Shot from a cannon
Butt is singed, but I'm happy
Hope I never land

Figpucker has died.
His brain finally bled out.
It's better this way.

What do we have here?
The coconut-pineapple
Pina Asana.

Dude, it

if you like pina
coladas and yoga then
what do we have here

Those Herb Alpert horns!
You date yourself, Figpucker...
and I love them too.

i know ive been some
one else on here before the
person i am now

I don't care but the
poetry is quite good to
be honest, who knows

I think he's hiding
The Figpucker character
What's your take on it?

that's all right i ate
alligator and boy spam
seems so last season

I've been waiting too
Robbed of every happiness
Except my fart jokes

cynical of faith
i believe but I'm burned out
i just have to wait...

The magical fruit
Backend Bean Blow Out, Boom Boom!
Honey in the Horn

Nobody home now
Like living in the mountains
ahh peace and quiet..

One more cup of beans
I put some honey in it
But not some whiskey..

Made in his image
I am God and you are God
God is hella ugly

It's never enough
Even human sacrifice
Never satisfied

Everyone bow down
The Great Ego in the Sky
Wants our attention

Tonite's the Big Game.
Wow. I am SO excited...
Haiku Superbowl !

i wonder if the
whiskers belong to a fine
neko lady...rowr?

Haiku Addiction
Sure, I can quit anytime
Okay, one more line

there is no pain, spammed
voice of reason, money sold
30 pieces, pigs

Flying pigs wee wee.
Feed them blue and red food dye.
Prince's Purple Rain.

There's no more Pink Floyd.
Roger Water's Prince cover.
Rick Wright, RIP.

Dusty gutter dink
Tossed out the car window. Lost
A friend remembered

Human resources
Internal organ harvest
Black market resale

Free filthy futon
Fornication foundation
Flounder fish fragrance

Halftime Tribute
Lay it down for Baphomet
Steroids on STEROIDS

He's up to the task
Eight tentacles spinning plates
He's beating off, too

Starkitten's recent
Epic magnificent verse
Was thusly penned: "He"

Football be like this:
They gots round thangz on they head.
They all throwin shit

Chant to the spirits:
"He-ya he-ya hey halftime
Check those cheerleaders"

Hey! It's the big game!
Time to drink Ayahuasca
And speak with spirits

Howard Cosell of
Spirit world that was funny
I almost laughed. Urp.

He

Driving down the road
In a motorized commode
Dropping off a load

The goofy uncle
Hail Mary pass to Grandma
Knocked out her dentures

Speaking of pig skin
Why not just eat the football?
Living room hog pile

He had a big dink
Inflatable Pink Floyd pig
Life High off the Hog

Some big game today.
That basketball tournament...
no wait -- it's hockey.

pigs will fly, esp. if
you put them in catapults
wee wee all the way...

Headstand if you can
Release the methane gasket
Now you are spinning

Do you remember?
I have never forgotten
The humour in farts

Everyone makes farts
Even vegans cut the cheese
Make the most of it

They aired out the room
Thick fog of fart molecules
I say, "Ambrosia!"

No one will deny
that other races helped us.
But Anglos built this.

No American
Cares what color your hide is
Get over yourself

Just ride for the brand
Live by the Constitution
All for one- one all

Some four hundred Blacks
Fought under George Washington
And Indians to

They made this nation
Along with their white brothers
Do not forget it.

I don't have an answer
i just live day by day
yesterday's gone but

we live in its shadow