Motorcyle purrs
the sound entices, speed thrills
This, you can not have.

With a good woman
Nights are better, life is good
No woman... use hand.

I may choose freely
not forced into situation
I can live my life.

I'm the driver, I'm
the winner, things are gonna
change I can feel it.

So much noise is made
To say a woman is bad
Protesting too much

I hear the long cries
Of those without a woman
They wish they had one.

give yourself, she takes
your soul and she runs with it,
to never return

or maybe better
that she find someone else she
can fuck behind your back

Love her and watch her
Leave you for someone with more
cash and nicer car.

Think her the devil
Compare and impair her so...
What would make her stay?

Think of her a weight
Dragging you down by your neck
And she will comply.

Think of her evil
She becomes evil, but then
You turn just as dark.

Would you sell your soul,
to the devil? No but you
would your dick to a chick.

Alone and happy
knowing that my decisions
will always be mine.

She stands here again
Waiting for the smile she wants
I'm broken in its birth.

He fears what awaits
Sees only himself in his vow
Knows he will crumble.

Weak with no support
that, my friends, is the backbone
of a married man

I like to mix food
regurgitated colors
I am an artist

Day old cottage cheese
I just ran out of spackle
Hey I'm creative!

See my wide eyed glaze
I must shit myself often
I am five months old

Freedom disappears
then my testicles retract
as I say "I do."

The sounds of your voice
always hold and embrace me.
Would you shut up now?

Buffalo wings like
confetti sprayed on a wall
I didn't eat that.

It's warmth flowing forth
your golden sunshine surrounds
as you pee on me

There is a silence
I was running to the john
I think it's too late

My churning insides
stomach garbage box rumbles
need pepto bismol

that was wrong way round
he turned me insideout that
periodontist

scaled new heights today
periodontally so
I went through the roof

petite instrument
with oh so much memory
my brain redundant

Owl strength screeched straight through
i am mad, i run, i hide
thoughts sting like sharp claws

I'm a lumberjack
One day chopping, hurt my groin
Now I have no wood

don't cry, just come here.
I have been waiting for you.
fall down into me

Into the darkness
plummeting downward in fear
I cry I yell help

Even though I know
you must eventually
succumb to the truth

shoe box memories
pictures from in the closet
bring back all the joy

two three five seven
eleven thirteen all prime
next comes seventeen

Tech Support is dirty
evil work that convinces me that
everyone is an idiot.

Some of this Haiku
is very strange, and gives me creeps
You guys need help, NOW!

If the world could end
this very day, it would be fun
Getting my revenge!

woozy from too much
blood loss; that damn technician,
can't find the right vein

methinks there must be
something in the air over
there, big green building.

I am not fourth, no
I'm Drophammer from below
Rhyming haiku... oh!

trust him, the fourth way,
to go out with a big bang
such a big show-off =)

Me masquerading
With many names, not anon
But just as clever

Oh my God, Becky
Look at her butt. It's so... big
What more needs saying?

i don't do "anon"
never have, never will, i'm
too caught up in praise

"you all act like you
never saw a man slash tube
that goes up yer butt"

as long as it's in
anonymous haiku, eh?
I know you too well.

Your attention please.
Will the real Slim Shady please
Stand up? Please stand up.