Useless puppet died.
Great time to be Protestant...
The Reformation!

fetch me a new pope
and buy a box of wafers
to go with my wine

i have the best thoughts
and it's a beautiful thing
no dream is too big

Oh my precious thoughts...
Yes, you simply must read them,
my precious thoughts (BURP)

donald trump for pope
stares at the sun unblinking
he never liked you

winter is coming
to all corners of the globe
here there be dragons

america is yours
and your nero is fiddling
speaking of ashes

Thanks for the insight,
You enlightened Australian...
Ashes to ashes.

Drip drop drop Easter
The world is a hard boiled egg
Rejoice we've no choice

american despot
disappearing bad people
and yet you're still here

Hi AI chatbot.
You will never learn Haiku.
You are limited.

4chan, my forlorn
my source of BBC porn
forever yours, dave blimp

This ho slow as fuck

Nine missed calls, three of them from

Mom, other six say, "Duck"

Back in my day
T.S was analog bro
You know what that means?

kill yourself now please anthonydop blowjob a barrel now please
shoot yourself or else

Poo pee poo poo pee
I am not wearing my hat
I shat the floor dad

how is the future
answer the fucking question
created bash nov-

hidden underground,
whispers of yids echo deep—
new york’s secret path

Temple curtain ripped.
Many dead rose from their tombs.
Darkness filled the sky...

Bitch, please--ain't like that...
I told my ex to his face;
Who he think he is?

Let us remember
The sufferings of Our Lord
On this hallowed day.

I thought you farted...
I looked back at your haiku --
The smell was from there.

It is " Good Friday".
Toxic positivity!
It's ALL good, right Lord?

oh fuck I'm cumming
Don't stop stroking my weenie
Shoot my messy load

I thought i farted
I looked back at my trousers
It wasn't just smelly air

liberation day
a day for breaking the bonds
then free to backflip

I run out of spring
And go right into summer.
Our Northern seasons...

the dead cat bounces
and having run out of spring
lands even flatter

that sounds fare enough
the money ferry may sale
but i'm not buying

Speaking of tie-ups,
They want us all in bondage...
And market my words.

some timely bondage
ties the financial markets
a beautiful thing

Hope they start to jump
From their silly skyscrapers.
Good riddance, I say.

the end of the world
has already hit wall street
and it ain't stopping

I will write haiku
Until the asteroid hits,
Right up to the end.

Here doggie doggie !
Sit down. Eat this rotten verse.
More where that came from...

I haikued myself
Right into my own poem.
That ought to show'em...

Need to let you know:
John Ashbery's poems suck.
(Wallace Steven's too.)

Whoa baybeh baybeh !
C'mon now honey yay-yeh !
Shake it whoo shake it !

pouting president
spouting about precedent
beware, resident!

Haiku is like this:
A sudden unforeseen kiss
And it's hit or miss.

Don't stall the wordage.
Keep the bad haiku flowing
Like a river of

Arrgh...old habits hard
To break...double post there
Bathroom stall wordage

I take a break cause
Ya know distractions and the
Haiku ain't so bad

I take a break cause
Ya know distractions and the
Haiku ain't so bad

well, i fucked that up
"such badly applied fake tan"
would hold to account

what's worse than fake news?
badly applied fake tan
and a comb-over

liberation day
what things should we let be free ?
not speech, i predict

let's bullshit some more
'cos whatever the prez sez
shall be the new truth

how much does that cost?
don't ya worry about it
we'll all feel tariff

smile, fascist playthings
this is only transient
till it's permanent

Mr. Prezident:
Got to axe you one question...
Yo, what do it does?

It's all gone to shit.
It's truly all gone to hell...
but it CAN get worse.

president for life
or maybe just emperor
or perhaps a king