The land of the free.
Pot, fire arms, and nerve gas.
They're all at Walmart.
I can't even find one fucking hit of acid. Should have moved to Amersterdam or maybe San Francisco. Or moved to South America to take yopo up the old Jewish schnoz. Craving new universes to explore and recite bad poetry to.
Haiku #68237, by Darth Whorendous of Vogon fleet poetry reading October 5, 2020 8:16 pm ET
After the covid,
Trump's porno tape will be leaked.
You can watch him leak.
Five Russian hookers
Three tattooed Thai lady-boys
Twelve jars of mayo.
Haiku #68236, by I think it was Helman's. of Hold the pickle relish, thanks. October 5, 2020 7:55 pm ET
The Abyss of Filth:
from Whence It Ascends
Haiku #68235, by Home Sweet Home of Darth October 5, 2020 7:13 pm ET
beer and wine, my old age I
will drink mountain dew
The presidential debates would be better handled as a booger picking contest based on size, color, texture, and how many nostril hairs are in there.
Best three out of five wins. Loser buys the other one a beer.
Haiku #68190, by the way, I'd really like it if one of you buys me a case of beer. Extra dark. German prefered. September 30, 2020 6:32 am ET
Come on out, you vigalante poets!
"You complete me," The Joker says to Batman.
"What would I do without you?!"
Haiku #68189, by Snuffleupagus goes to an Asian "massage" parlor. of They cook and eat him. Typical. September 29, 2020 10:23 pm ET