If you braid it right
It's like Play Dough Factory
When I take a shit!
by Punky Brewster of Michigan
When I'm standing up,
ants like to repel down me
using navel lint
by the fourth way of seattle
Rock, Paper, Scissors
Fuck you! Damn it all to hell
Why did I pick Rock
by Punky Brewster of Michigan
Blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah
Blah blah blah fuck you
by Pat N. of Red Deer
Walmart is real big.
I went in there one time and
got lost in housewares
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Man I need a drink
Because it is St. Pat's Day
And my name is Pat
by Pat N. of Red Deer
campy railer bitch
would have nailed him, too, had I
not just exploded
by stack riot
I got a gold chain
My Mr. T Starter Kit
Santa must like me
by Punky Brewster of Michigan
Silly gibbled turkey
Timmy loved you like a friend
He called you "Gobbles!!!"
by Pat N. of Red Deer
Crud between my toes.
Lick it? no. Spread it on bread
with peanut butter!!
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Give me the salt please
I need to kill this bastard
Snails are good to eat
by Punky Brewster of Michigan
Lush, fresh, bright green grass
Lay down on it, or smoke it
Lush, fresh, bright green grass
by Pat N. of Red Deer
I have a rocket
powered bottom and i shoot
crap and crack the john
by The Fourth Way of seattle
Dirty stank ass hos
Why do they look like your mom?
Man they frighten me
by Pat of Canada
You is such a ho
I ought to back kick you in
The teeth...yous a ho
by Pat N. of Red Deer, Ab, Canada
perception of red
a figment of diseased minds
I'm gonna be sick
by stack riot
dough white 'cracker'
from red deer 'is it red dear?';
light my fart alberta
by oh YA you're a homeboy
like a cat. tied to
a stick. that's driven into
frozen winter shit.
by stack riot
bullshit jack!! they are
chained by their genes they must
return to mama
by Anonymous Poet
"What The Fuck?" Cam'ra
For those "What The Fuck!!!" moments
Cah-leeck!!! WHAT THE FUCK!?!
by Pat N. of Red Deer, AB, Canada
Guess what I found out?
Your mom spends her dough on crack
You mom's a crackho
by Pat N. of Red Deer, AB, Canada
I do not know why
my lips are so goddamned dry
I need chapstick 'ere
by yah man of Boston
Chupracabra: the
syllables flow smoothly, like
innards from a goat.
by Anonymous Poet of Navarro, CA
turkey, chicken, ham
it is very good to eat.
eat that turkey up.
by precurser
worker bees can leave
even drones can fly away
the queen is their slave
by Jack of Here
potato salad
polyester leisure suit
i can roll in both
by Jack of Here
children will laugh, cry
by Jack of Here
depression is not
very nice if you're in space,
you might burst - kersplat!
by Phil
Do donkeys eat crisps?
Using their hooves like man's hands?
Am I a donkey?
by Phil
My trousers hurt me.
Is it because they want to?
What have I done to them?
by Phil
Golden is the dawn
Warm bodies twist in damp sheets
I wake beside you
by D of dublin
Nagging pain in hole,
My piles demand I obtain,
Preparation H.
by loki of under the cleanroom
Jokingly I laughed,
While knowing perfectly well
That my face was broken.
by Phil
The tourists wonder
The streets look really empty
Epidemic Land
by bary of Dublin
There is no parade
It's the Foot and Mouth Disease
I'm drunk anyway
by Bary of Dublin
i am going to
kick your ass so hard that you
will go flying far.
by Josh Delman of New York
I got up and went
nowhere in particular
just drifting along
by mellie, Hey Matt
sleepy Sunday sex
sizzling bacon squeezing juice
another hot day
by mellie
the weekend seems to
be a slow haiku time so
I'll submit no more
by hola of NOT DRINKING YET
I'm such a loser
I missed the parade because
I'm such a loser
by hola of at the library! Cool!
fresh out of batt'ries
but we're still making noise make-
ing noi-oi-oi-oise
by Anonymous Poet
dial-up to connect
with the internet is not
good. Cable's better.
by hola of here..right here
Goin to the pa-
rade to hang out with all the
other drunken fools
by hola of down the pike from thegrue
Tis St. patty's Day
I am not drunk yet, but plan
on it later.. beer
by hola of home, the same city as thegrue
if i had a horse
i would not be writing these.
t'is good there's no horse!
by thegrue of away
composition's hard.
but not as hard as waking
up in the morning.
by thegrue of a desk
addiction's cold hand
leads me to desire cocaine--
safer than haiku!
by thegrue of here
robert smith, the cure.
inspiration for better
poetry than this.
by thegrue of somewhere around the bend
saturday morning.
we must all turn towards life
occasionally.
by thegrue of saturday
