My eighth glass of wine.
The potato salad's great,
but, here, try this ham.

Drink wine. See it shine:
My intelligent design.
Now I end the line.

potato salad
in hell sounds like a south park
episode really?

No celebration????
Where's the nude pics of Janis?
The free giveaways?

That's all fine and good,
but does it exist in hell?
I'd imagine so.

potato salad
exists in fly heaven the
far side told me so

Okay, but try the
potato salad before
it's all gone, you know.

There's a little Darth
Figpucker in all of us
and it sure feels good

There is nothing wrong
with being evil today.
Or yesterday too.

Who was it brought that
divine potato salad
with portobello?

Mixing molasses
and mayonnaise will give you
malaise... right right right.

BifurcatingPoo
am who I be, you see now.
All is revealed.

The piggy squealed.
Prosciutto violate.
Ultraviolent.

Look at all that blood.
Thick tar under the moonlight.
You can swim in it.

Horrible buffet.
The potato salad's good.
But that's about it.

Soon the world will end.
The trillionaires all know it.
Escape while you can.

there is a tension
of control and power that
feels like elastic

being pulled, ready
to break, snap and people feel
malaise in the air

censorious twitter
disliking someone on these
mainstream platforms, my...

they'd have had a boo
hoo hoo in the 90s
then be told to shut

the frak up

me cat is named as
an adorable critter
a secret agent

his name must not be
but 007 kitty

One of my favourites
Written by Derek old friend
Trois cent eighty-eight

Seriously y'all
Thank you for every dumb poem
But die Russian bots

Super old website
Some edited css
Man shows up on phone

This is my cat's name:
Tremble before Jesus Christ,
Your Lord and your Judge.

The Word of the Lord.
We must hear and obey it.
That is our duty.

what is your cat's name, vhs?

it should be shut down
rotten wormy dogs and all
the world will soon end

Rotten Chinee man:
I will eat you AND your dog.
With my haiku. Burpp.

What works what doesn't
Matter of practice trial mood
Display, error, blah

Well blahnik blahnik blahnik
Let's go blahnik...take
Me to your blahnik

Moxie/VHS:
Your work displays a certain
indecisive blah . . .

That must be some them
There ruskie bots selling those
Boner pills...bitcoins?

is it just me or
is living solitude a
state of being, not?

my cat will not let
me make my bed as he has
claimed it for himself

well my break ends now
must exercise my right to
move my body now

what can i do to
convince who is on the end
in toronto to

keep it going?

do i have to place
a final note to a place
i would cry to see

gone...

screen will not shrink, too
simple we have become, no
escape, panopti...

con.

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?

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...

my question is must
i paste my condolence to
this place of my past?

She's "Florida Man" !
I saw her all over news.
They're one and the same.

She's just a rumor . . .
An assumed identity:
Unknown entity.

Janis hates snowmen.
She ruthlessly murders them.
They have families.

But she does not care.
By shotgun or flamethrower.
Showing no mercy.

She's a super-bot:
The Janis algorithm.
It's a catchy beat...

Janis is a web nut.
She secretly runs Google.
And the CIA.

Janis is the Bomb.
Janis is the unsung Queen.
We've never met her . . .

As yet, unconfirmed:
Bad Haiku will be shut down.
Janis converted.

Will Janis shut down
the website at twenty-five
years of putrid verse?

Well, actually,
I think that she's a woman.
Never know these days.

You're completely whacked.
Because you've been whacking off.
Try the Thai massage.

I am a fuzzball.
You are a fuzzball. We are
Fuzzballs. With three breasts.

I identify
As a person whose ID
Is completely whacked.

Plead insanity
and you will surely get off.
I get off all day!

I'm needing a brrrrt.
I found one on the dark web.
Too many spyders.