Don't fall away, and
Leave Love bleeding in my hands
Don't fall away again.

Proud by his flag plant
Dares all, "If you care for me
Then care this far."

Two look at one another
Cobwebs gather, hang
Hours later, waitress comes

Art generally
enriches people, but bad
haiku causes crime!

Signs everywhere paint
just how rich you too can be
throw away your soul

My long hair doth suck
covers my eyes during sex
is she still naked

My thoughts are profound.
I am wise beyond belief.
You are so stupid.

Gas, it sometimes fills
my belly. Bloated! Bloated!
People avoid me.

at work i read bad
haiku, it is less boring
than the work i do.

even though it's hot
I've fallen into autumn
winter on its way

and a yamaha
yellow like a canary
it sang so sweetly

I cant figure out
what all of this poem crap is
really all about, ha!

little tools from nuts
like you - globe spins; we are so
in the east and west.

too bad you can't just
satisfy your hunger by
rubbing your stomach!

Form matters little
We are not artisans of the east
But workmen with tools.

moronoxycle
brm, brm, brm - vibrations 'tween
my legs gripping you.

Squibble, squibble, POP!
Stomach protests digestion,
Hear its mighty voice!

it's not Ev-ree-thing
it's E-ver-ree-thing; you had
sex instead of five.

Real life reflections
make way into virtual realms
women ignore me

intestines splayed out
ragged whistling belly hole
don't fart with cork'd ass

jump on the wagon
do it like me, come on now
not original

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!