Priest has been unboweled
By the scribbly scrabble
Stenchies that lurk here

I am now so sad
I have read the entire Onion.
Now no more to read.

you, preoccupied
by fecal matter, reveal
methane lifted dreams

i am not working
i must leave this place and go
not work somewhere else

Fading in and out
over-rated consciousness
Hammer smiles, he knows.

Stenchies overwhelm
Siren-like to my bowels
I evacuate.

Stuck in the office
I want to go and ride my
cycle or mellie

Damn eighth syllable
I can not count right today
I feel so ashamed

"Fya-Thigh-Rio"
my new band: "Fuck You And The
Horse You Rode In On"

If of course mellie
doesn't repsond back to me soon
then I would do it.

niner - I think that
she can knock spiderwebs with
me at anytime.

when i look at gwen
i get all tingly inside
she's not "Just" a girl

then again i can
not see her face when I take
her ass from behind

roll up and bang bang
all my gang does the same thang
i'm on the chain gang

When I look at Gwen
Stefani - I think what the
hell with the pink hair?

"I'll be back" he says.
"hasta la vista" he says,
in austrian tones

miss gwen stefani
has that thing between her eyes.
Centerpiece, no doubt....

hear gizmodgery,
listen to breakfast with girls
matt mahaffey rules

Some of this haiku
is rather good. Good enough
for me to poop on!

Threshold bars nothing
with exothermic reactions
bubbling goo congeals

nothing worth reading
won't submit to reading it
but I submit this

Anonymity
some people like to keep it
I am open book

I woke this morning
and I had a bushy tail
Where is my ferret?

Antidisestab-
lishmententarianis-
m. I like to say.

Worried, no response
Door opens, shit river flows
Pools around my ankles

Priest or Drophammer:
Carbonated meat beverage -
will you pass it here?

Can you say: super-
califragilisticex-
pealidocious?

Hesitant, I knock
Shaken by the eruptions
I seek signs of life.

very bored at work
nothing much better to do
than obscure haiku

balloon gold soda
garbage man pot roast Christmas
Addams Family

No peanut butter
to make sandwich place bread next
to Matt's ass cannon

my dot voyager
dot net slash edfred slash
this is my web page

To the Drophammer
No No No No No No No
My brain explodes - ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

the world is silent
ass cannon is depleted
now, the stenchies come

bodily lifted
from the floor by greenish spray
i land with a splorsh

i am crawling now
through my shit covered kitchen
next wave approaching

rip splatter quiver
ass cannon sprays my kitchen
i missed the bathroom

Your haiku of poo
Is no tao of fecal joy
Learn from the master

Fiddler on the roof
Haiku is making matches
Between cyclers

I wish of haiku
to be longer in their verse
have much more to say

Aikido - I train.
in the way of harmony
I will not harm you

I did never punch
never have I broke my hand
I did break my toe

i'll kick your fuckin' ass
hit the button one more time,
and i'll shoot you in the foot.

#$@*$
damn it...it's like i can't count
syllable problems

I have now returned
no no my loyal people
no need to kiss my feet

one more bad haiku
you got a problem with that?
i didn't think so

I fear violence
saintly one. your broken hand's
what's worrying me

hey is cattitude
kind of feline attitude?
please explain, I say

Gator will not leave.
To get rid of the Gator,
smash the computer.

wanted weather bug
now i have this gator junk
marketing bastards