Haiku surrounds me
with no where to go... lost in
the mighty tundra

Was it long ago?
Or maybe painfully slow
root canal verses?

Long ago Nippress
And Ash were here
Loving Zabadooey, remember?

Stiff turn to the left
tips over her fifth stiff drink
Grandma has a cock

Say there old fella,
That's quite a bobtail you've got.
Well I'll be -- gee whiz.

A narcissist here…
Some narcissists over there!
They’re everywhere!

Relax Marjorie
The nation is in good hands
Until November

Far-right ex-TWEE-mist.
Everyone is so ex-TWEEM.
Everyone but ME.

Life is what happens when you're busy making other plans

That was the old me
Sober me has erased you
Thanks EMDR

As for the good news
I no longer fear cold drink
Just sobriety

They got so far up
there inside my tooth my nose
Literally itched

Life’s rites of passage
Unfortunately includes
Today’s root canal

Weather flu season
I have been well seasoned and
Now I'm sick of it

Highway 3 oh 2:
Yessah, runs right to Bridgton.
Takes you right thay-uh.

The way is not the
Way. So some say so what way
Is the old highway

I'm almost ashamed
Of my last seven haikus...
But actually not.

the paradox is
in a transcendent moment
you can't realise

haiku is the bomb
you know where i'm coming from
bashomatic-com

land of rising rhyme
kawai and yet so sublime
cyber-seiko time!

ain't kansas toto
feel the throb of my koto
smile and v... photo

Haiku is like ass.
Sometimes clean and powerful.
Sometimes stinks like shit.

Yes, we will crush you.
We will CRUSH you with haiku.
And so, you are crushed.

One-world government.
One world government. One world.
Global government.

Haiku is freedom
and freedom is slavery.
AI: kiss my ass.

Was Pinochet wrong
To give helicopter rides?
Answer me, you DOLT.

If JAH is for us
Then who can be against us,
I man ask u dat.

When he wins, he'll lose.
Media will make sure of that.
It's a losing win...

Now I'll mess with you.
Now comes my lyrical coup:
Now I write haiku.

Some club/house dance thing.
The damn slash went to wrong spot,
Like a bad assault.

Pump up tha volume
Play some song from tha 90s
Some/clubhouse dance thing...

poet rap party
pump up the volume and bass
haiku haiku hai!

Just dad and daughter
Bad haiku-ing back and forth
Building bonds online

Ahem, please ignore that.
Most certainly not a bot.
Bored out of my skull.

I'm not a chatbot
How can I prove it to you?
Sha... ERROR ERROR

Katong king is Darth.
The "daughter" is also Darth.
They are both chatbots.

I say haiku sucks.
And so do you. Your verse sucks.
So, in short, you suck.

Mellie: she was good.
That Aussie haiku poet...
What became of her?

With that established
Let the proceedings commence
Unleash the haiku.

I hereby confirm
That katongking's my papa
I'm peeing right now

Hello everyone
This is oblongpeepee's dad
She's back. So am I.

oblongpeepee's back!
go to april ninth to see
where this tale began...

Feisty albatross
So stunningly super-brave
Great bird of burden

Those PLO scarves
Truly make me want to cringe.
Intifada-lite...

i procrastinate
when i have time alone not
knowing how much left

the world has gone in
a state of hissy fit on
reality vs what?

No one has been here--
Only haiku phantasms.
I, too, am a ghost...

what are fake haiku?
fake haiku are spam adverts
pushing some bullshit

NPR is fake.
Fake and gay propaganda.
It is also fake.

I too start to live
When bad haiku starts flowing.
My soul starts glowing!

poetic brain dance
the cadence of bad haiku
pumps up my cortex

Sex: over-rated.
Romance over-rated too...
But haiku is HOT.