it should be shut down
rotten wormy dogs and all
the world will soon end
by Anonymous Poet
Rotten Chinee man:
I will eat you AND your dog.
With my haiku. Burpp.
by Japanese Nip of Imperial Rising Sun Shogun Forces
What works what doesn't
Matter of practice trial mood
Display, error, blah
by Mox
Well blahnik blahnik blahnik
Let's go blahnik...take
Me to your blahnik
by Mox
Moxie/VHS:
Your work displays a certain
indecisive blah . . .
by Muh Maine Man of Moxierama
That must be some them
There ruskie bots selling those
Boner pills...bitcoins?
by Mox
is it just me or
is living solitude a
state of being, not?
by vhs
my cat will not let
me make my bed as he has
claimed it for himself
by vhs
well my break ends now
must exercise my right to
move my body now
by vhs
what can i do to
convince who is on the end
in toronto to
keep it going?
by vhs
do i have to place
a final note to a place
i would cry to see
gone...
by vhs
screen will not shrink, too
simple we have become, no
escape, panopti...
con.
by mox
the man who speaks of
the rotten verse, i wanted to
pass this place on to
a friend or two :(.
does an emoji count as a syllable?
by Anonymous Poet
do i need to post
the address of this place to
my twitter to get
writer friend to plead
no dinna do that, i have
cawfee and care free...
by mox
my question is must
i paste my condolence to
this place of my past?
by vhs
She's "Florida Man" !
I saw her all over news.
They're one and the same.
by Florida Woman Himself of Okeefenokee Mangrove Swamp
She's just a rumor . . .
An assumed identity:
Unknown entity.
by Wind Whispers Name of Someone
Janis hates snowmen.
She ruthlessly murders them.
They have families.
But she does not care.
By shotgun or flamethrower.
Showing no mercy.
by I saw it with my own two eyes. of Not made out of coal.
She's a super-bot:
The Janis algorithm.
It's a catchy beat...
by Rithm is Gonna Get'cha of A.I. Website Creation
Janis is a web nut.
She secretly runs Google.
And the CIA.
by Except on weekends when she sells crack to grade school kids.
Janis is the Bomb.
Janis is the unsung Queen.
We've never met her . . .
by To Ronto of To Oronto Toro Nto
As yet, unconfirmed:
Bad Haiku will be shut down.
Janis converted.
by To Sunni Islam of Uncle Ben's Condoleeza Rice
Will Janis shut down
the website at twenty-five
years of putrid verse?
by Would be appropiate. of And life would be better.
Well, actually,
I think that she's a woman.
Never know these days.
by Your confusion has Confucius confused. of Cuntabulate this!
You're completely whacked.
Because you've been whacking off.
Try the Thai massage.
by Might I recommend the older woman with the tiger tattoo on her shoulder.
I am a fuzzball.
You are a fuzzball. We are
Fuzzballs. With three breasts.
by Milkers Cubed of To the power of NO
I identify
As a person whose ID
Is completely whacked.
by Demi-Boy of Dummy Boy with Tampax Inserted
Plead insanity
and you will surely get off.
I get off all day!
by blahblahblah
I'm needing a brrrrt.
I found one on the dark web.
Too many spyders.
by LSD Super Soaker of A fine alternative
Every single bomb
that's been released throughout time
makes one of my farts
by Delusions of Grandsewer
After a long nap,
blowing out all those boogers
like a machine gun.
by ratta-tat-tat of splatta-splat-splat
Feed us a fetus.
Charitable carpenter.
He's giving me wood.
by Thief
Every single fart
that's been released throughout time
would make a fine bomb
by A way out of here
Verily, oh Blob.
Squeejum Squee, swallow thyself!
Not one soul else will.
by Well, maybe in Africa.
Pox upon thee, squire.
Methinks all manner of smack
Doth challenge my wit
by Elizabethan of Talking Smack
oh go bite your thumb
at someone else, i have to
use mine to do fonz
by vhs
Fie! Abort thyself!
Experienced Hoover cowgirl.
Vacuums and stirrups.
by Sucking cum, stir up coffee. of One teensy extra silly bool. Didn't know it was in there!
Surely, knave, you jest.
Yet, I shall unsheath my blade,
Lest you play the fool.
by Dashing Duellist of Diabolic Dilemma
Assassination:
Assume donkey position...
Ascend. WHOOPS! (ass-end).
by Assessment Assent Protocols of Burro Hee Haw
Just squeeze out one more.
Fresh, fragrant, dark and steaming:
Another haiku.
by Haiku Factory of Mass Production
A six-armed idol:
Five for chapatis, curry,
One for the chutney.
by What's My Third Eye For? of Asiatic Abominations
Oh ye haiku gods,
Strengthen me this one last time,
To destroy temples.
by Freaky Sexy Big-breasted Buddhist of Khajuraho
Noticer, not you.
He/she/it/they "if you tell".
My, its farts do smell.
My life's at its end.
Praise be to Jesus for that.
Pain is getting old.
by Anonymous Poet
Somewhere over the
Rainbow trout I post something
Slippery and fishy.
by Mox
There were no death threats
unless after we French kiss
you get a hairball
by starkitten of lair
Do you suppose that
da Vinci's dead fetus will
dance with your dead son?
No, probably not.
I just love instant karma.
And avoid dogma.
by I know.
You were aborted.
All of this is just a dream
In your fetal skull.
by Vanished Glories of Mitosis
Oh, these silly bulls.
Male bovines in tutus.
Count them, prancing by.
by Post-ballet BBQ. of Farmer Bill's Ranch
Your empty death threats,
dog poop, and marijuana
give me a boner.
by Fetishists Anonomous of In the jungle, checking my plants.
That would awesome.
Twenty-five years, then kaput.
Should be same for us.
by Life beyond 25 is just being greedy.
