hola, your haiku
encapsulates paradox
in distilled form!

Jack chick.. HAW! HAW! HAW!
fundie luvs jeebus too much
must be sacrificed

jack t. chick..Satan's
favorite minion, thinks he is
God's favorite pet

j chick is satan
to worship him is divine
he's humble, evil

you never wake up
never eat, sleep, or cease to
dance on weary knees

thegrue, I cannot
abide by Satan worship--
J. Chick disapproves

hola and thegrue
work in haiku nirvana
cenobyte, not so.

Well, has anyone
else noticed how haiku sounds
a lot like Yoda?

haiku poets will
rise up and conquer the world!
later, though. beer first.

hola, i agree--
soft rock sucks. UP WITH METAL!
WORSHIP THE DEVIL!

thegrue, I cannot
abide by soft rock--music
for suburbia

first was bad haiku
next spoke in haiku always
now, friends are angry

bringing you the best
hits of seventies, eighties,
and today. haiku.

luscious poetics
under our society
like craters of rock

c calculator
listens to much nine inch nails
s/he must be bitter

five then seven-five
that is standard! not too hard!
not too soft! ROCK ON!

time passes slowly
they pay by the hour here
even on friday

who the heck is coo-
kie calculator? standards
are low but exist

coworkers mock me
they say i wear too much black
who does their laundry?

makes me cringe
I bite my tongue
and melt your mind
let me invade you
and go though you
exposing all your sins

hola, your haiku
halo helps hordes. god i love
alliteration.

well grue, it appears
others are envious of
our bad haiku skillz

the best thing ever
is bad haiku written here
during my "work" day.

Oh weasel young weasel
give me some skin
soft frilly moss gentle stubbly
fur cleanses my soul
unwrapped around my keister
i rubbed to perfection
until my warmth
dripped out
like a leaky faucet
all over the animals

bad, good. good, bad. worse.
better? hardly. horrid. ugh.
my words lie limp-like.

up in a high tree
i slowly glance up to see
a bird poop on me

have mercy on me
today is my first day of
posting bad haiku

first comes love, then comes
marriage, then they'll name their child
"holagrue haiku"

the grue and hola
sittin in a tree, p-o
-s-t-i-n-g

beer for lunch is bad
no, wait. What am I saying?
beer for lunch is GOOD!

Wake Forest got beat!
Butler did it. I bet the
trees and birds are pissed!

wrigley's juicy fruit.
keep foil wrapper to put gum
in after use. (thanks)

i like girls. oh girls.
sweet lovely nice pretty girls.
why do they hate me!

St patrick's day--when
even the sober can be
drunken fools. rejoice!

like Angelina?
she has good points; I prefer
The Gladiator

Bureaucrats depart
Singing praises of Friday.
Workers they are not!

crash override, meet
acid burn. hack the planet!
oh, angelina. . . . .

Anticomputer!
Windows hates me today.. feh
*crash tinkle* reboot.

john ashberry writes.
so do i. who is better?
me? him? neither? you.

strange haircuts, cardboard
guitars, and computer samples.
inf. society.

greenlight, your penguins
are supine, superb, wugga!
delicious! grand! keen!

coffee! cheese! crackers!
cookies! confections! chowder!
criminality!

return is not tab
one takes you to a new box
the other is dumb

Good haiku--can't find
any around this godfor
saken place--feh! Pft!

good haiku, OY VEY
squirts out from my parker 51
rainbow concept flow

I just don't get it
Why do we write bad haikus?
Must be the pretzels

always hit return.
it screws everything up if
you dont hit return.

i once knew a really great guy, and he had red hair but not like the normal red hair people normally have his hair was red because it was on fire and i just wanted to tell you even though i couldnt condense it into 5-7-5 thank you