I have returned now.
I was out mining today.
Mining my colon!
by Saint
stretch swollen sphincter
disgorge a fecal froth feast
were you done eating?
by Drophammer of from house arrest under official protest
Drop and rejoice, now!
My meager contributions -
mutilated verse.
by ap
I am alone now
Priest and Saint, like better men
Are gone from this place...
by Drophammer of a state for mourning
Small breath? Little shits?
I thought everything's bigger
in the lonestar state.
by Optional
I held a small breath
little shits, water slide, laugh.
Why is beer poo stew?
by Buns_of_Steel of Dallas, TX
I'm jazzed about breeze
wonderfully necessary
to feel sans clothing
by optional
refashion passion
phoenix rising from the ash
given kiss of life
by mellie
Go Directly to
jail, do not pass go, do not
collect two hundred.
by ? Chance ? of Alexandria
so much is taken
from my paycheck that it hurts
then I pay even more
by Anonymous Poet
K - K is for Kat
C - C is for cudos? no?
C is for ..... critic!
by ap
thirty-five hours' work
but soon they'll let me go home
my resurrection
by ash
lots of people write
poems with beauty in them
but not human shit
by Captain Tantalizing
this is one i came up with waaaaay back in high school:
oh no, godzilla!
planes and guns cannot stop him
tokyo's in ruins
by adam j. kuhn
cudos those who aren't
stuck on the idea this
is bad toilet page
by boo
"secretly disguised
as Clerk Kunt frights an ever
bending waffle of..."
by Superduperman of daily planet
first sunday off in
thirty years and I gotta
get up at sunrise!
by Jesus
Ah, Easter breakfast
pork products, hash browns and eggs
long nap, monster poo
by Bung Daddy
in seventh grade class
knew a girl named mariel
her breath stunk. badly.
by tracy
bratty kids playing
neighbours mowing tiny lawns
ah, suburbia
by tracy
bright platform sandals
imitation leather coats
how we love the mall
by tracy
bustling china town
the scent of yakisoba
mingled with soy sauce
by tracy
where'd you get this guy?
he's gone mad; will kill us all
oh, he's from texas
by tracy
doesn't care about
arsenic in our water
bush sucks dick [cheney]
by tracy
she kisses the frog
he becomes a handsome prince
in real life, a toad
by tracy
a princess's cry
i will not marry that man
that prince is such a toad
by tracy
a psycho killer
i like you, norman bates but
your smile scares me so
by tracy
silence of the lambs
hannibal the cannibal
anthony hopkins
by tracy
everything's funny
laughing until you are crying
a wee bit tipsy
by tracy
foreign jackie chan
doesn't speak english but he
can do crazy stunts
by tracy of portland
My heart hurts today.
Love can truly suck beaucoup:
so would life without.
by Windsong
old-un "austrailun"
will never believe the world
worth anything else
by boo
to replace govt with
hardbombliners they found
a claymore in Brewer...
by Moxie of what me worry...
they kidnapped humpty
dumty, colored his shell so he
is in the egg hunt...
by Moxie of No way man!!!
I O - fish - L - E
R awesome naked 2, not
R - T - fishy - L
by mellie
A-1 and N-Sync
B-S-B... how 'bout this one?
R-T-fishy-L.
by Anonymous Poet
britney spears is awesome
when she's naked should i say
britney spears' *are* awesome?
by fingerfood of singapore
looking down at pork
sure looks good enough to eat
Mellie's pigging out
by mellie
ethernet coma
internet anaesthetic
cyber-etherized
by mellie
un american
un australian un couth
un fair um uncool
by mellie
prison fumes on Earth
awerica is
ugliness for those charged with,
innocently or
legally, being
litterbugs everywhere in
trashed america
by unconceding of 'ever find me
lord he has risen
hot buns dripping with butter
high on chocolate
by mellie
waiting since Friday
anonymous congress
iron works and stubbs
poet was missing
it's a waterloo ice house
rise up it's sunday
by mellie, where were you mate?
Joy in madness found
Life in scared bravery
Sense does not exist
by Grog of Seattle
dreams can true
though they won't be found in you
by Anonymous Poet
Take my WASPish nuts
and I'll run to the bank with this
We buried Hitler
by Moxie of racism is unamerican
The rich aren't rich, lib...
If they are dead in spirit
and the path to hell
it's quite a yellow
brick road paved with blood
by Moxie of Where the heck..?
"poems" from beneath the
white Outhouse (9130-9128)prove
old-american worse that unamerican
by boo
posthumously a-
warded vermin are no bet-
ter than their victims?
postumous justice
is a disgrace to all but
the mortal remains.
by matusek/squared
