I'll cover my eyes
Go ahead and masturbate
You got a stiffy?

Sometimes I wonder
If nobody were looking
Would I fuck a corpse?

The forgotten sperm
Who gave up mid Dad's cum stream
A skin flute salute

My fecal focus
Laid in soil like a crocus
No hocus pocus

Radioactive
Fresh. My dung and my swagger
Look me in the eyes

on my way to work
Defecate by the train tracks
I'm dressed to the nines

All communicate
Some do so by flinging poop
Abominations

It's easy to be
Combative when you can't tell
The people apart

Wow thanks didn't know there was so much douchery from others. Yet I finally sadly had to discover. Thank u for the truth and kindness. Now I see I must be so sweet and kind.Lol admittedly this one was off guard and one of my shittiest hahaha

All to the window
Get your Dixie cups right here
Take your cute lil pills

Divisional? Coexist?
Wow you ARE new here...
The "poet" formerly known as Darth Figpucker (he has many names) basically just wants to shit on everything. I'm kind of impressed that he's able to do anything at all, actually. By impressed I mean the way I'm impressed when I see a really big spider, like, HOW did it get that big? How was it allowed to survive that long? The main difference being spiders actually serve a purpose in an ecosystem. In real life I imagine that he's actually just an amorphous flesh blob covered in semi-flaccid penises dripping mucus. That's how he types. Penis fingers.
Or at least that's what I imagine he looks like solely based on the content he, uh... provides. But I digress.
You're a dog on a treadmill if you think there's anything worthwhile that will be contributed to him from you or vice versa. Don't feed the trolls. Unless you've got poison, then please feed the trolls. Put them out of their misery. It's the humane thing to do, really.
You must have found out about this site from VHS or one of his alter-egos from another site, right? If not I'm incredibly confused, but it's still nice to read something different.

Im just a care bear
See I love u all and hope u love me.

When I was a little girl there was this one little btch...

As I was in a foster home from pedophilia and torn from m mother she this little girl acted as a witch

One night I dreamt of hot cast iron from the fire

I dreamt I used it to poke out her eyes like I used to do the beheaded fish from my grandmothers lake drive pick

I remember praying and asking for help. I remember saying please God don't let me lose myself.

Then one day this little girl cornered me..

In the girls bathroom thinking I was too chicken to ever defend myself and be free...

Last thing I remember was getting a paddle.

I ripped out her flesh when I bit her like cattle

Close your legs. Silence
Hold the intention in there
Release your sphincters

Used to be a tree
Pinocchio's morning wood
Geppetophile's dream

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