Mechanical Turk
Pays one cent for each haiku
if they're about poop

Are you a Simon?
Or more of a Garfunkle?
Report back to me

She had a pet rock
Was it beastiality?
That's what the song means


Central Park squirrel
Simon and Garfunkle fuck
He buries his nuts

Drank beer; ate blue cheese.
Prehistoric salt miners.
Poo tells their story.

Detonation. Yes!
I am so excited now.
Her pussy gets me--

You know you want to.
Donate so we'll detonate
Bring peace to this earth.

If you detonate
seven nuclear warheads,
Jesus will arive.

Do you have problems
trying to connect to your
wireless printer?

general electric copy that
bots and machines willl not rule
without our control

paul simon once wrote
"like she loves me like a rock"
explain this badly

stanley knife Q bricked
you tool in race to the moon
clear water solution

Beware of the curses
attached to haunted shipwrecks
Don't take souvenirs

It's on Google
Batman's underwater cave
connects to Roswell

Down down down we go.
Not to die; to be re-born
among mer-people.

Gates to Atlantis:
Subterranean portals
Submerged mysteries.

The Sargasso Sea:
Graveyard of ghostly shipwrecks...
Darth's favorite nightclub.

Who wants octopus
When stars become visible
In night skies of bliss?

Celestial woman:
a map of the Pleiades
traced upon her ass.

Just one octopus
can jerk off eight eels at once
Lets see you do that

The Sargasso Sea
If you want to make eel friends
A good place to start

I was just thinking
What if people had antlers?
God is good, I guess

Bog Roll magazine
When you're done reading a page
wipe your bum with it

I'm suffering from
every ailment known to man
Haiku was prescribed

The Gold Pen Award
I won it in the 5th grade
And now look at me

Plagued by parasites.
Yes, that might be redundant.
Some people should die.

Hello?
Acme Pest Controw?
There's a pest I need controwed.
Pest controw robot?

Send it wight over!
Fix that wascawwy wabbit!
And fix him for good!

Truth.

It's a crying shame
Hitler didn't write haiku
and perform it live

Save time on meal prep
Hearty soup cooks in toilet!
Grunt out your lunch, NOW!

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I love cereal
Wheaties. Cold milk. Bananas.
What's your opinion?

Just suck the muffin
Then go butt fuck a puffin
You good for nuffin

Monkey sunshine dong
Fist fighting goldfish love sack
It all makes sense now

Professional Golf
Jerk off on the 19th Green
"His balls are unclean!"

Police notified
Won't be wearing green jacket
Bad choice to whack it?

Fart in someone's face
Next, observe their reaction
Will the friendship last?

Will your only friends
be allergy sufferers?
Co-vid survivors?

Only time will tell
Turtles go back in their shells
Darn these farting spells!

Alone. Friday night.
Not a single friend in sight.
(farting left and right)

Haiku Truth or Dare
Figpucker, you can go first
Who else is playing?

A fly in your soup
A hair in the furburger
Customer Service

god gave men one dink
star trek gave klingons two dinks
yahweh, move over

here's advice from bots
on how we should write haiku.
for now, we are safe

"Your haiku should be three syllables and six syllables, then three, and six. The rest should be five syllables and four, and then seven, and then five and six"

God so loved the world
He didn't give men 2 dinks
Nor 4 itchy balls

I am fucking drunk.
And I fucked a rabid skunk.
I like Motown funk.

All is one is all.
My name is Susan or Paul.
Gender neutral stall.

My poem is yours.
We have walked through many doors.
And banged many whores.

A nip in the air
Summer's gone, so bring it on
Cunnilingus Time

My new invention
Inside your pants camera
Upload your next load

This will blow your mind
Noticer is Starkitten
Is Starkitten Darth?

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Double dink date night
You can poke me anywhere
Flat dink? Got a spare!

there's a reddit page
where you can ask bots questions
i've asked for haiku

She's a sexy worm.
Hermaphrodite from Thailand.
Double your pleasure.

Tom Bosley's shit jizz
octopus dink Darth Darth Darth.
Fire side chat hearth.

Seven cups today.
"Up, up, and away!" they say.
Thank God I'm not gay.

I hate good coffee.
I am unable to sleep.
... Maybe one more cup.

At least it's not meth.
The prostiture's name is Beth.
Five years, then AIDS death.