Art is very fun!
This poetic ridicule,
only makes us laugh.

haiku was once art.
i make light of its simple
beauty. darn, oh well!

I see women 'round
I want to get to know them
and know their boobies.

Gurgling, splurting
spattering slapping noises
Mustard is empty.

When I start to think,
I begin to dream bad things.
Retards haunt my sleep...

When I think my life
is horrible, I realize
that I could be Priest.

Crapping on a soul?
How nice, is it possible?
I would like to try...

I will see women
and wonder how long before
she would cheat on me?

no motorcycle
I guess I am stuck with my
red razor scooter

My bike screams for me.
And I will comfort it's soul.
Yes, later today.

motorcycle is
calling me; thrilling to feel
the wind in my face

I too joke Anon
When I thrust my blade through you
and crap on your soul.

I am not joking,
a good punch to the face helps.
Then you can do "it"

saint, priest and others
you know that i am joking?
i hope that you do

be gentlemanly
and gracious, girls will notice...
if you're not ugly

I post my e mail
my mailbox still sits empty
I will die alone

Car speeding to lunch
All flanks are unprotected
For haiku assault.

I have tried punching
I broke my hand and I cried.
Then she kicked my ass.-

Hey Saint you should try,
a good punch in the girls face.
They will like you much!

bad haiku lets me
express my innermost self:
kill my boss, kill him!

Like Neandertals
My social grace with women
lacks very much so

Making games is fun!
I must be John Romero,
touch my long pony hair.

All of life is art
And randomness births magic
As critics kill our wonder.

Why do I type this?
it is very sexual,
please touch me right now.

I dream of sliced cheese
melting in my underwear
friends call me Cheez Whizz

i now quit writing
haiku before you all kill
me. Bye, bad haiku!

To Anon Poet
I had a "haiku" for you
I flush it away

submit art only,
not random thoughts, you moron.
i disparage you!

I spelled "to" wrong
In my last fateful haiku
I blame public school

To Miss Everything,
and Mellie - I ask this of you:
Menage a trois? Oui!

haiku is like life,
only way to stop is death.
i try to be deep.

must take a shower
I am far to smelly now
I'm scaring the cats

I must emulate
the attitude of bound men
to get walked upon.

Must stop bad haiku
I need to be productive
this is addictive

What the hell is this?
A saint on his knees begging?
have you no pride, man!

i submit haiku,
it shows up on monitor,
hmmmm, they are not good

On my knees I beg
please please call me someone please
I work for my dad

Zoom, off I go now
crotch rocket blazing trail
to colorless grey

Blantant desperation
ed fred at voyager dot
net. Please e mail me.

If you can read this
you are standing to close
I swallow your soul

Anonymous sits
cowardly throws jabs at Priest
don't talk to Billy Idol that way!!!!

My Honda screameth
I accelerate and shift
The world then blurs

reading his haikus
i wonder if priest may have
issues from childhood

Tense interview
the backdoor pressure building
results in seepage

I hear some music
coming from the parking lot
Rap! not to my taste.

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