My mind is ugly.
Tortured, inconsolable.
Filled with vile loathing.
by All because of Christmas music.
Whose schlong is bigger,
Bill Shatner or Tom Bosley?
The age old question.
by My dog's bigger than your dog! My dog's bigger than yours!
Well, I did seek help.
After Tom Bosley raped me.
My asshole's now huge!
I went to see a
practical proctologist.
He said it's hopeless.
He just looked and said,
"You'll never poop normally
again in your life."
Now I work side shows.
Man with the walk-in anus.
Come see the polyps!
by $5 entrance fee. of Guaranteed to be amazed!
That old Tom Boseley.
He did a number on you,
poor strange little Darth.
by Seek Help Immediately
I am not a troll
But then what am I? I am.....
TOM BOSLEY'S PENIS
by Don't care if you don't like it
I am just a troll.
I suppose that's all I am.
But then, what are you?
by That's the real question. of Think on it.
If you fart loudly
on the Jerry Springer show,
ratings will go up.
by There's a mathematical formula for this.
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by
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by Georgesomia of Ireland
I don't like TV.
I never want to own one.
They should all be burned.
by Truth!
Downloading bootlegs.
Have you seen Star Wars Visions?
I can't help but cringe.
by It just seems... weird.
If I had a buck
for every haiku I write,
I would still be poor.
by In all ways that count. of There's that c-word again.
I'll break that mirror.
Pretend I'm on a mission.
Not just finding cheese.
by A puckered lips now. of Charlie don't surf.
Oh fucking hell yes!
Who the hell needs blueberries?
Coffee from Benguet.
by How the eff does the coffee roaster bring out those berry notes. Amazing!
And for my next trick.
I will visit Africa.
Bring back ebola.
by Rum and Coke-a-Cola.
Orange Tang with sugar.
Not that fucking Sucralose.
Back in the real world.
by You don't know how lucky you are.
The ceiling fan spins.
No memories of Hueys.
I am not that old.
by But almost.
Tom Bosley's penis.
All that comes out of your mouth.
And into your mouth.
But where do you get your info about it??? Some obscure sleazy tabloid archives? Maybe you slept with him once. He ruined you for all other men.
Anyway, I guess you could have worse addictions. Like trying on kids underwear in the dressing room at WalMart, and leaving them there with your skid marks in them, among other things. But I guess you're not from Connersville, Indiana. Are you?
by Let's move on, shall we? of Talk about something else... William Shatner maybe?
You keep asking things.
Are you collecting data?
Getting evidence?
by I'll be dead by then I expect. of At least I'm hoping.
I'll save you some time.
A summary's good enough.
But, still a bit much...
An evil chemist/scientist develops a very strong coffee plant with about double the caffeine, but still has a decent flavor. (Pure fiction b/c caffeine is very bitter -- better coffees are not that strong.)
He makes some interesting deals and blackmails people, etc. He has a successful coffeeshop/restaurant. He rents out one of his locations for a meeting one day. Japanese businessmen planning nuclear terrorism. He doesn't report it, but uses this info to play the stock market and get rich.
He becomes very powerful. Then develops brain cancer. At one of his biomedical research centers they try something experimental on him which basically turns his brain into a computer, preserving the structure, but becoming inorganic. It nearly kills him, but he lives and becomes even more powerful. He backs up his brain in a duplicate.
While at dinner one day he is killed by a terrorist / psycho at a poetry reading. (I knew you'd like that.)
The backup brain takes over the world. Eventually it wipes out the human race and builds a space armada to take over the universe.
It does so and eventually develops ways to travel to other dimensions/universes. This goes on for a long time. Conquer and assimilate. Yeah, kind of Borg-ish.
But then finally... it becomes God. Not "a god", but God. The God. And it sees that it has to go back in time to its original universe, all powerful in our universe, but without memory.
It comes to the realization that to ever be happy it must give up being God. It goes to earth as a human and is killed by someone that he did wrong to back in the old days.
And that's all. Pretty boring. Lots of rambling and bullshit. You wouldn't like it. I'm pretty sure it's free and not too hard to find. If you don't know by now, I don't really care. I'll spare you the misery. Don't read it.
by But my farts are for sale. of $59.99 per bottle of compressed Figgy Farts. 200 psi. Holds one pound per bottle.
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by Richardwaf of Slovakia
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by Richardwaf of Slovakia
"plays with a monkey"
That pretty much sums it up.
Or: "plays with a pig"
by Calif Usman of Mecca and Medina
Darth tries very hard
to be both rude and evil.
But he is just stuck.
by Stuck Pig of Poetry
Smoke tea, daddy-o!
Get hip to some swingin' verse.
Wear black turtleneck.
by A. Ginsberg's Corpse of OM AHA
Count Lautreamont
Already covered those themes.
Go read "Maldoror".
by Andre Breton's Umbrella
About your book, Darth . . .
I would not PAY to read it,
but for free, maybe.
by Internet Star for 7 seconds
I like limmericks.
They're more lively than haiku.
And they are ALL bad.
by sicklimmericks.com ??? of Well, this ain't no Irish pub, damn it all.
Which do you prefer?
Waffles with maple syrup,
biscuits and gravy?
by Or maybe both!
FaceBook going down.
Just like a whore in Manila.
Not that I would know.
by Ahem.
Dragging on sessions.
Extending the time beyond.
All about money.
by The real purpose of haiku! of So now you know.
So many choices!
And we ask what your name is.
Five dollar price hike.
by But you feel special, yes? of Pot pie with happy ending, just like that movie.
Would you like whole wheat
or just plain flour for crust?
Do you feel special?
by You should!
We have all pot pies.
Turkey, beef, pork, octopus.
Just like gram gram made.
by Made with real pot! of No synthetic cannibis in our pot pies!
Do you like pot pies?
You can order them online.
Half hour or free.
by www.potpies.com
Sometimes I like tea.
Chai tea with milk and sugar.
I'm so enlightened.
by Ohhhmmmmm... and stuff.
I find no info
about Tom Bosley's penis
anywhere online.
This is a problem.
How can we replicate it
without any pics?
We can rob his grave.
Yes, the penis had rotted.
But there's DNA!
We'll clone Tom Bosley.
Thousands of Tom Bosley clones!
And we'll whore them out.
But... what if it's small?
It's a huge risk we're taking.
It's all for science.
by I hope you're right about this. of My clone tanks are ready.
Order a dildo.
Life size Tom Bosley penis.
And shut the hell up.
You're more into it
than I am about good cheese.
You know that it's true.
"Tom Bosley's penis."
"Tom Bosley's penis again."
"Tom Bosley's penis."
Here's what you can do.
Buy a large block of edam.
Carve a life-like schlong.
It isn't dick cheese.
So I guess it's a cheese dick.
Just like a poet.
by Me so funny!... smelling.
Genitalia
Is five syllables. So is
Tom Bosley's penis
by Undung Hero
I spelled it like geese
but that was autocorrect
I beg your pardon
by Anonymous Poet
How's tricks Figpucker?
What's going on over there
in the Philippines?
by I've argued with most of the employeese of customer service over there
I don't mind drug ads.
But why can't they be good drugs?!
LSD and shit!
by Take that psych ward shit and shove it up your ass.
I just love your YouTube channel
by Anonymous Poet
David's off his meds
Someone fucked a wheel of cheese
up in Latvia
by Fat Paycheck of Wheel of Misfortune
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by Davidligma of Latvia
Where are you beatniks?
I'll be waiting over here
you gone daddy-o
by Jack Haikurouac of Lowell, MA
When the seagull shits
and whenst the eagle doth shit
Remember these words
by Bird Shit! of The Future
There's too much conflict.
Do you think there will be war?
China, I'd suspect.
by I'm almost hoping.
Sodomy, no thanks.
Nothing wrong with selling slaves.
Plunder and pillage.
Yo ho ho and stuff.
Fly the old Jolly Roger.
Black powder cannons.
But don't stand too close.
You'll singe your eyebrows right off.
Just like Asian girls.
But no sodomy!
My girl's twat is deep and wide.
I can damn near fit my arm inside.
I'm sure her butt's a better fit.
But I'm not into fucking shit.
by Onward, laddies! Take that nuclear sub! of Yarrrr!!!
Good advertising.
Antidepressant meds on
a poetry site.
by Genius, really.