For Valentine
by Flo of Mel
Long winter evenings
Inches and centimeters
Measuring my Dong
by Big Mack of Whopper
You ll be a millionaire
by Anonymous Poet
Dirty underwear
Will be the new currency
You
by Financial Advisor of Loot of the Fruit of the Loom
He counts sheep
He owns a sleep number bed
A friend to count on
by Flintstone Kid of Ten million strong and growing
Daydreaming. Digits.
The square root of flatulence
A beautiful mind
by Professor Beanfart of University of Pfffft
He loved number two
Math problems were no problem
You can count on Darth!
by Go Figure of In the gall for snapping my gum
Look, up in the sky:
it's Super Darth Figpucker.
(Back to shit and farts)
by Predictable Poetics of Peristalsis
How many cunts would
a Cuntfart fart if a cunt-
fart could fart cunts? Five.
by Cuntfart's cunt farts cunts
Peeking through keyholes
Listening in on phone calls
Perusing your mail
by Nosy of Your business
Don't mix up these two
Keep the piles separated
Shit and chocolate
by Organizational wizard
Bodily function
Push out a poem each day
Regularity
by Sitter of Shitter
Toilet paper roll
Your shitty future awaits
You and me both
by King Tushincommon of Walking like an Egyptian (Dingleberries)
strange man in closet
She found him wearing her clothes
Just hanging around
by Creep
i dont know what to
say, a wicked talent is
never buried, deep
by vhs
The Calligrapher
Ambidextrous and then some
Cephalopod inked
by Starkitten of the Pacific Northwest of Bathysphere
Is there a word for it?
When you're wiping your asshole
And it's clean enough
by Noticer of Details of In the moment
Shot from a cannon
Butt is singed, but I'm happy
Hope I never land
by Whizz of Just flew over your house
Figpucker has died.
His brain finally bled out.
It's better this way.
by Ghost of Darth Figpucker of Limbo
What do we have here?
The coconut-pineapple
Pina Asana.
by Ommmmmmmmmmm of put one of those little parasols in it, Ommmmmmmmmmmm
Dude, it
by And many other aliases
if you like pina
coladas and yoga then
what do we have here
by vhs
Those Herb Alpert horns!
You date yourself, Figpucker...
and I love them too.
by The Old Smokin' Bull of 1967
i know ive been some
one else on here before the
person i am now
by vhs of irn bru?
I don't care but the
poetry is quite good to
be honest, who knows
by vhs of he's out there somewhere
I think he's hiding
The Figpucker character
What's your take on it?
by Someone
that's all right i ate
alligator and boy spam
seems so last season
by vhs
I've been waiting too
Robbed of every happiness
Except my fart jokes
by Farts
cynical of faith
i believe but I'm burned out
i just have to wait...
by vhs of frustrated, but patient
The magical fruit
Backend Bean Blow Out, Boom Boom!
Honey in the Horn
by Smoking Herb Alpert of Horn of plenty more where that came from
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..
by Wong Lofan of Kalifornia
Made in his image
I am God and you are God
God is hella ugly
by Religious AF of Off the Grid
It's never enough
Even human sacrifice
Never satisfied
by Noticer of Details
Everyone bow down
The Great Ego in the Sky
Wants our attention
by sassy Smote Avoider
Tonite's the Big Game.
Wow. I am SO excited...
Haiku Superbowl !
by Offensive Strategies of POETRY
i wonder if the
whiskers belong to a fine
neko lady...rowr?
by vhs of most intriguing
Haiku Addiction
Sure, I can quit anytime
Okay, one more line
by Friend of VHS. (Feline variety) of Haiku wavelength
there is no pain, spammed
voice of reason, money sold
30 pieces, pigs
by vhs of i have the body of a pig...grunt grunt
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.
by I mean "The "Artist" Formerly Known As Prince."
Dusty gutter dink
Tossed out the car window. Lost
A friend remembered
by Guttersnipe of Gutter
Human resources
Internal organ harvest
Black market resale
by Air bnb of Sleep with one eye open...wait where'd my other eye go...
Free filthy futon
Fornication foundation
Flounder fish fragrance
by Freda
Halftime Tribute
Lay it down for Baphomet
Steroids on STEROIDS
by Undercooked Totinos of Small intestine
He's up to the task
Eight tentacles spinning plates
He's beating off, too
by Louis c.k. & Starkitten of the PNW of Cephalopod King Restarant Corp.
Starkitten's recent
Epic magnificent verse
Was thusly penned: "He"
by QuaLanda of the projects in the Hood
Football be like this:
They gots round thangz on they head.
They all throwin shit
by LaQuanda of The Economist (guest columnist)
Chant to the spirits:
"He-ya he-ya hey halftime
Check those cheerleaders"
by Spiritual Supper Bowl of DOG
