I keep falling down
I keep passing out when I
see a face like you
by Anonymous Poet
No one dares to care
If I cry, if I don't cry
Caring makes no change
by Mentally Disturbed
Leave the quilt alone
Do you want to disturb
The farts underneath?
by Really Burned Man of Texas
Jealousy. Hatred.
He loves you, he loves me not
Seeing what's not there
by Anonymous Poet
Flatulent air
Vibration of couch pillow
Will this be the last?
by Chandaman of Texas
Voluminous fart
boils forth under the bedspread
wife chokes heads downstairs
by Bung Daddy
horses wearing coats
what is this world coming to?
mister ed in fur
by The Fourth Way of seattle
the deadly wind chill
seeps into my goretex coat
it is freon cold
by mr horse of horstralia
You are so witty
but that's what the site is for
such is the cruel life.
by Anonymous Poet
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck
Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck Me
by Who? of Space
ack! mullets everywhere!
must destroy, i mumble to
myself, on the bus
by mylez
homophobes are just
pissed because they can not get
laid, i told the fucks
by Mylez
Geneva get your
cookies off. Girl Scouts s'posed to
be cunt-roll models.
by boo
A kinky name for
a little heap of dirt. The name?
Bald Knob Mountain.
by mellie
:::good~vibes:::good~vibes::: i
have :::good~vibes::: for ev'ryone
more where those came from
by ;)
'technology' is
4 syllables. not even
right for short haiku.
by Anonymous Poet
No reason to cry
You did it to yourself, fond
Aren't you of women?
by Garik of Jersey
axolotl love
how could i have fallen in ?
she was a real slime
by ash
Spam fills my inbox
"GREAT NEW FREE SPECIAL REAL DEAL"
Bane of modern life
by aristotle of tulsa
I love lag
posts posts twice today
technology
by redbeard
The Girl Scout cookies
Were supposed to last a while.
But we lost control.
by Geneva of Salt Lake
by the time they leave
you'll miss talk-back radio.
pass laws to ban it.
by mellie
Start -> IE;
wuhoo! what a crash!
wonderment.
by redbeard
Start -> IE;
wuhoo! what a crash!
wonderment.
by redbeard
in your wires
are fat electrons
problem's cause?
by redbeard
king of my anthill
i realise the queen rules
that's antithesis
by ash
carpenter arrives
inflicting bad radio
the power tools scream
by ash
you see that planet?
i'm going to blow it up!
i'll use my laser
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
Ray guns and Helmets
Of the Twenty Fourth And A
Half Century Beyond!
by Garik of Jersey
do not do it, luke.
don't kiss her. push her away!
she is your sister!
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
Going, for the show, not
Realtime anymore, Error
Blue Screen of Death
by Garik of Jersey
resistance? futile.
i'm locutus. you will be
assimilated.
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
luke, i'm your father.
join me. come to the dark side.
together, we'll rule.
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
the final frontier:
space. these are our voyages.
boldly going, gone.
by thegrue of Cleveland, OH
IT will change every
aspect of our lives and bill
will make more money
by Anonymous Poet of austin
Let's change the subject.
Make all your haiku about
futuristic stuff
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Sixteen Pence One
See now its war, Today I
Feel Content Sir
by Garik of Jersey
Nicholson busts in
on Bud wazup guys and says
"YOU CAN'T HANDLE TRUTH!!!!"
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Watch Ellen Ripley
jump inside the loader and
whoop alien ass
by The Fourth Way of seattle
This is for 9th moon
who asked what the fourth way means.
It's after way three
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Thank you Omar
You are king lord master cool
Father my children
by Coolmar of Atlanta, GA
Roosters, Hens, and Chicks,
when they use their beaks to type,
do they hunt and peck?
by The Fourth Way of seattle
beads trickle
down along the floor
hopes broken
by redbeard
who, among us, sees
the way the fool sees the world
cheats: express check out
by mondongo of elsewhere
the future's made of
virtual insanity
says Jamiroquai
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Minesweeper High Score.
How deftly you elude me
Shit! here comes the boss!
by rambis
as always -
find a fun action;
beat to death.
by ferret70 of chicago
almost five eastern!
the time of resurrection!
cast off this desk-thorn
by thegrue of cleveland, oh
pens. pencils. stapler.
files. papers. paper clips. tape.
the clock is ticking.
by thegrue of cleveland, oh
4pm Central.
At last I shrug off work cares.
Dust behind me drifts.
by ferret70 of chicago
