My haiku isn't hot because u respond bitch!

Ok I admit u guys are a mess and I sort of like it..touche on the last poets rant because its true we all fought for what we believed to be true.

But my real question is how can we coexist? Cause Im sure I'm not the only one sick of the divisional shit. For our children of the future present and past. Can we ever find true victory to make and help the earth last?

Im not as mean as u think just a little stubborn from ANU's memory bank. Shit went down that could've been avoided when we all are trees and we truly all have gifts flowing naturally.

Tell me how to bring about change cause I wanna do my part in honest spirit of truth and heavens name.

Rather be it from the devil or the hand of god we are all apart of this shit called life so no need to be frauds. Just look and u never know what could've happened if u asked at first

but somehow ego strongly tends to make us all burst first! Ijs...

Somebody went nuts
And their haiku was total shit
Take a chill pill now

There's never a fight.
A fight will have a winner.
We're all losers here.

Brown anal butter
European churn style
Bump and grind all night

Some kind of cat fight
Had this been a real cat fight
You would smell tuna

Have you ever wanted to suicide bomb a mosque just for shits and grins and giggles? Not for like trying to prove anything, just you know, for like the humor of it.

Chinese factory
Who we are makes this junk for?
Maniacal laugh

So... who are you then?
If your voice is so "well heard".
Then let us hear it.

My nigga!

I don't be wanting beef...I try I try I try but for some reason I don't get why? I never did shyt to the bitches yet they stay fuckin with the misses its not about hood at least I'm real bitch u go down for head just for a deal so stuff bitch u aint real!

Hold up. I'm cuntfuzed.
Who's "they"? The military?
Recruiting? Silly!

Remember the time
Vhs wigged the fuck out
Like he was possessed?

Remy enough said bye...

vanilla bitch Im proudly black no blonde weaves or strings on me just so I can fake crack back

My voice is well heard that why they tried to recruit your sorry ass! Bitches always hide behind the scenes who they are yet even in my compassion u can't hold a candle to me!

Holy fucking Christ!
We have a celebrity!
THE Vanilla Ice!

Oh really I'm the coward and yet my posts are open but who's hiding behind the screens bitch! No you're fraudulent Hood figurines!

If You tired ass tragedy bitches don't stay the fuck up out my face trying to come up wit shyt wit yo raggedy ass!

You're not from the hood.
Regardless of how often
you say "yo dumb ass."

LEGITIMATE SHIT.
ILLEGITIMATE CHILD.
ALL CAPS; YOU'RE ANGRY

SHOUTING THROUGH POEMS.
YOUR WEAK VOICE REMAINS UNHEARD.
AND NO ONE WILL CARE.

First off bitches check yaselves I don't go around stalking other bitches for my health...

I have a small dick.
That's why I like to fuck pigs.
I married a pig.

I have thirteen kids.
All of them are retarded.
Some of them deformed.

That's from all the drugs
and Satanic rituals.
My sperm are worthless.

Jazz hands in the air
Jesus Christ is moon walking
On fire. Cartwheeling

THE VAGINAS WERENT FRESH THEY WERE SUCH A MESS SADLY HE DIDNT WANT THEM EVEN THOUGH THY SAID THEY WERE THE BEST...

THEY SUCKED THEY FUCKED...THEY EVEN BROUGHT THE FINEST DUCK AND YET HE WAS STILL SADDENED BY THE STRETCHED OUT RUBBERY MESS...WASNT PURE, NOTHING TRUE SO SAD NOW SO BLUE SO SNOTTY CRYING ON THE SHOULDER OF ME TOO

I fuck unicorns.
I don't even use condoms.
Here's my abortions.

I keep them in jars.
And I have named all of them.
See how they sparkle.

That's unicorn cum.
It has magical powers.
Here, taste it and see.

Waiter, there's a vagina in my soup.

My good sir, here at Porc Longue du Jour we refer to them as "cunts", and you did order the Soupe de Cunt, so of course there is a cunt in your soup. And I might add we serve only the finest cunts available. Freshly slaughtered just last night. Even to you American swine. Enjoy, sir.

Yes, but it's always
amusing to see Frogs cry
or Jesus burn down.

It was amusing
Seeing Parisians crying
As jesus burned down

You get extra points
if the poet happens to
be a "slam" poet.

Here's your assignment:
At the poetry reading
take out your switchblade.

Wear a bomber vest.
Cut out the first poet's eyes.
Puncture his eardrums.

Cut of both his hands.
So he'll never write again.
Cut off his balls too.

You know, just for fun.
Leave him bleeding on the stage.
Demand a coffee.

Add sugar and cream.
Enjoy the coffee and moans
of his agony.

Then go on outside.
Detonate your bomber vest.
That's performance art.

The bad one might be
VHS off of his meds
Lurking there unknown...

Let your hatred flow.
Suicide bomb a day care.
Or write a poem.

It is all the same.
In the end we're all just shit.
Worthless rotting cunts.

Amusing anger.
Internet verbiage battles.
Petty little nerds.

You wanna come up against me?
Thats fin u must need the money
Pinnochio made as bitch

You Lose...
No matter which way u come
You always have ben a sore loser
Oh and let not the plastic made bitches come oh lol for u are mad of not even clay but just filled with a baggy full of cum

I HEAR THE CHAINS FALLING!

That new age poet
The familiar whining tone
Could be vhs

Figpucker is it!
You are the new age poet
What ya been drinking?

The cunt of Jesus,
infected and dripping pus,
will not save your soul

You can eat that meat,
blood dripping from the corners,
of your smiling mouth.

Your pass to heaven.
Your golden shower ticket.
Your sins forgotten.

Blow torches, vice grips,
pain enhancing stimulants.
Amateur Pilate.

Marilyn Manson
has the corpse of Jesus Christ
in his basement lair.

Torture continues.
His clones made into sex slaves.
Eat the Flesh and Blood.

Your soul still festers.
Your sins piled up, eyeball deep.
You'll never be free.

Useless is one hot wins just because her fake creativity doesn't truly come from the divine...

see Useless isn't the tree of old because she was wise enough not to allow her pussy to get old

the virgin may have sparked much laughter but the tightness of her trees keep her young in laughter

tap tap tap I'd tap back but sour bitches seem not to like it when the virgin snaps back

Tap tap I'd tap that
Tap tap I'd tap that tap tap
Tap tap I'd tap that

Woodpeckers don't whine
About useless ex lovers
Sappy nature talk

Woodpecker on high
Prehistoric telegraph
Haiku carved in tree

I'll tell you one thing
You need your head examined
Pull it from your bum

Listening to the rain songs of birds still mystic love as the blue bird sang

I pissed of my love my favorite penis oh well too bad he fuckd over true Venus so I sent his ass back where he like to roam and returned to my untainted moon my lovely moon mean all my own with a drama free and very happy zone

At least Donna Jean could sing and had her own lyrics and didn't need to plagiarize a damn thing...Rock On Donna jean you probably found out the phonies didn't mean a thing

Lift the hopes of forever freedom and love as w free the dove

waves of freedom and guiding light hearts that shine severely bright all united someday made right hope for all children in my sight

Golden Promises and Makers the Property no longer belongs to your bankers so lets see how u dance now once they cut you from their strings you clowns