your flag is pointless
you may not succumb, but still,
you will always suck

wondering about
wandering about, why am
I awake? no fun...

oh, sleep was so nice
but now I must take midterms,
write a paper, ug

Today I'm planting,
my flag standing proud and tall
I will not succumb

over under out
the puppy knows not himself
i must scoop the poo

Desperation here,
sees mellie likes motorbike
Her e-mail I want.

You live your life free
Possess all but still complain
You're not so happy.

saw stunning harley
started with a sigh so sweet
simply scrumptious, aaaaahhhhhh

A large house, big yard
nice truck, fast motorcycle
no debt, I'm happy.

An oxymoron:
good woman, there are none left
all's left are fat pigs

No motorcycle
Sex. Sex. Sex. Sex. Nice car, too.
Cycle later on.

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!