Decadent, clueless,
U.S. celebrates itself
And no one else cares.

Twenty twenty-four:
Global techno-cucks galore
Bodies hit the floor

another year gone
plenty more where that came from
with or without us

Here's to a new year...
Darth, Ash, Moxie and Janis:
Study syllables.

I challenge you, sir
to an honest haiku duel...
You know you must lose.

Ah done gone too far.
Dear Clem: I done hanged myself,
Then wrote this HAIKU.

Tremble before us;
We are milquetoast extremists.
Presbyterians.

Righty-ho, guv'nor
It's boxing day now innit?
So think outside the--

sing it yet again
happy birthday to jesus
so many candles

The Christmas light are
On no one is home, here we
Go again....auuugghhhh!

Rejoice, Thomas B.
With all the heavenly host.
(And zip that thing up.)

Can't say I've missed you
But,once more, for old times sake,
Tom Bosley's penis

Nothing but nervous
Wreck, not so much, the wave goes
Crashes, then goes out

ain't got no corn pone
but i got me some toe jam
and some sweet poontang

Top news sites for guest;
More Google links and spreadsheets...
The usual shit.

Your schizophrenia
Does not mean you are plural
Nor a collective.

Well howdy thar y'all.
Jest wundrin' about something...
Got any corn-pone?

if you're a psychic
why did i write this haiku
and what does it mean?

now it all makes sense
the planet is bipolar
it's a mad mad world

que sera sera
whatever will be will be
the future's not ours

They have your mind now
subliminal whispers to
"Support Big Fart Spray"

A can of fart spray
For everyone on your list
Bottled at the source

Corporate Christmas:
Purchase things that no one needs.
(Now shut up and BUY)

ho ho fucking ho
'tis the season so they say
but no one's jolly

The lights are on but
Christmas, anyone at home
Oh shit, a paint can.

Thump... home alone

Fuck Allen Dulles.
Fuck the Pentagon warlords.
GOD will judge their souls.

hit not on minors
sublimate profane urges
and grind on midgets

Please ban this website
We must protect the children
From the groomer life

Now gentlemen, please...
You verse is stench on the breeze:
excretory sleaze.

When a deer goes poo
He looks like a kangaroo
Ash, could it be you?

you left me behind
in continent down under
wide brown land for me

Skidmark down under
Under where? Under where?
There!
(Wrecked another chair)

Shit, shat or shitted,
Foul crime was still committed;
Darth benefited.

who shat in my pants?
someone is responsible
for such an outrage

I gaze across the
Snow-dusted field. Can’t help but
Wonder who farted.

I like sandwiches
Having form,but versatile
Kind of like haiku

Let us now give thanks
for geriatric warmongers.
Yes. Let us give thanks.

If and when drow show
Up in Miami damn good
Sunscreen was just sold

copyleft is right
you wouldn't steal a haiku
but you can share it

twelve hundred baud rate
nostalgia ain't what it was
back in the old days

the old internet
had a lot more soul to it.
it was way cooler.

so many unchecked
advertising links on here.
is the admin dead?

among us sussy
imposter syndrome is real
fortnite testicles

value the donald
topped with that orange meringue
a worthy half crown

More arms deals please, mom.
I wanna get a new war.
Please mommy oh PLEASE?

RINO Cuckery
Watching the snake eat itself
Sad, but expected.

Pre-diabetic:
Our nation in a stupor.
(Government sugar.)

thermal memories
adiabatic lapses
perfectly condensed

Giant marshmallows
Of the fluffy armada
Clouding up my day

final solutions
no wars on a dead planet
peace to all mankind