Wail hay thar. Hit's me,
Yer ole knuckle-draggin frind...
So LET's GO BRANDON !

Free crackpipe sandwich!
Poupon your roast beast! Slathered!
Fifty shards of Darth!

That's packing a lunch!
Fifty shades of Grey Poupon.
Slathered on Roast Beast.

I prefer sandwich
Stuffed full of tasty goodness
Like your mom's buttocks

The free crack pipe lie?
Shut up and kiss Mike Lindell
And drop your pants

Yes, Agrohimnee.
I will bring device to Kiev.
You have timer codes?

Stop your squawking, friend.
It's time for Birdie num nums.
It's time to party

Biden: free crack pipes.
Russia: invade the Ukraine.
C.I.A: "We win!"

Put in your two cents
You will receive one haiku
and two freeze dried farts

Put in then put out.
Put up or shut up. Haiku:
What we want from you.

if you're feeling red
and you want your neighbours dead
putin on the blitz

The moon is old cheese
From the moon, the cheese tides swell
Blame Darth for the smell

Faint tinkling of tune...
You will piss like a monsoon
The ladies will swoon

You in the cocoon
Dangling all aglow with moon
When do you bust out?

I crane, you crane, we
all crane for Ukraine. Put in
a bit more effort.

The Beak of the Week
Do any birds have big dinks?
Flightless ones, perhaps

The world will be gone
before the chrysalis pops.
Better to be dead.

I awoke once more
With that music heart feeling
Mind orchestra plays
Back Where I Belong
By Baroness (post chorus)
As I think of her
Spacetime's been weaving
An emotion tapestry
And I realize
Stunned hyperventilating:
This is my cocoon
Grown over new wings
That now grow, fill with my blood
Soon... I seek the moon

Uncomfortably numb
He said that it was put in
I didn't feel it

I am too boring
To putin any effort.
So I invade you.

Enlighten yourself
Put in some effort for once
You are so boring

Got better lies, you?
Have you transcended their lies?
So enlighten me.

Lies are all you have
So desperate, you believe
So they give you more

Biden's son got rich
On Ukraine energy board.
Crack cocaine. Hookers.

Corporate data:
Technocratic death-in-life.
Just say "NO" to beast.

Corporate pastel:
Those flat clip-art office scenes...
Data-driven death.

Look, up in the sky!
It's a bird, it's a plane, it's...
Someone noticing.

The tide brings garbage.
From the moon the tides arise.
So we blame the moon.

Frogs singing loudly.
Vibrations open gateways.
A good place to be.

There is no TP.
But do not worry, Beavis;
Just use the bidet.

Cat poop's better than
Toblerone or Tootsie Rolls.
That's what's in my head.

I notice that you
assume more than you notice.
Look to other side.

With all your power,
please destroy the evil one.
And don't dis Jesus.

Back to bowel movements:
Darth returns to his first love.
And we are impressed.

The first Tootsie Roll
wasn't shaped like Toblerone
More like cat feces

King Tut's last BM
wrapped up in toilet paper
A yummy mummie

made it to the end
and asked Jesus what he liked
"old, tired tart carts"

Delegitimize!
Reify ontologies!
Decentralize truth!

Hey y’all I’m back now
Hotel room 117
I’m so freaking bored

Goodbye bad haiku!
We had some good and bad times
I will miss this world

Marxism doesn't care.
It will use you. Chew you up
And then spit you out.

Bots cannot repent.
Jesus did not die for bots.
You are not a bot.

Also on lazada, but not shopee. Soon enough i guess.

My prized elixir
Purchased through the Amazon
I hate Jeff Bezos

Gas seeps from the swamp
not caring where it goes to
when the bubble pops.

So sick of this world.
Ppl crap on each other
like it's justified.

I'm no different
and hate myself for all the
things I've said and done.

I am getting old.
It is no longer funny.
Leave Jesus alone.

You can ask Jesus
When you see him at the end
About what he liked.

Jesus liked tarot
he also liked anal play
misplaced paper cuts

Where might one purchase
your wonderful elixir,
charming young lady?

Chemi-castration.
More fun if by starving rats.
Or electric probes.