you can count on it
count me in for the census
you can't count me out
no don't count on me
no accounting where I'll be
I have six senses
by mellie
Girl leaves boy for me
But now she doesn't know
I am in trouble now.
by The Annihalator of http://www.buzzer.co.uk
gender confused, this
bitter skydiving baboon.
Mommy wipes its ass.
by ap
we are the good guys
america, israel
what do you mean, no?
by ash
upcoming census
cross your hearts and hope to die
hands up all jedi
by ash
Oooo, I made forever
over for them, for you, Jesus.
now do your stuff, stuff me!
6-8-6: sex-ate-sex
by Miss Everything
ignore them Jesus
they know not wh- or anything
for that matter... jerks!
jerks for Jesus
by Miss Everything
from today until
forever, haiku ends
"mommy wipes my ass"
by ap
Hey! You! Galilee!
Puhleeze give me some more
perfect bad haiku.
by ap
dorothy parker
has left the building. resume
your declination.
by ap
Shit crust on scrotum!
Popping pustule drainage!
Mommy wipes my ass.
by boo
greivous injury!
who molests contemplation?
eruidition?
by ap
the universe is
a sphere... all center lacking
for circumference
by ap
fat ap hates fat ap
there I fed it as shit to
self - self you're zapped, Z-ap
by ap
can't walk on water.
I keep sinking since I got
these holes in my feet.
by Jesus of Gallilee
fat chickenshit trout
rises predictable to
the hook! a baBOOn!
by ap
bitter haiku may
lift karmic revelation
like so many skirts
by ap
mine better than here
and as the year gets into
gear, you're in your blear
by boo
ap so ape; an ape's
ap-hole is apt to hold a
pregnant paw, ahhhh, so.
by Anonymous Poet
Haiku baBOOn bait.
Come 'n get it! Bad haiku!
None better than here.
by ap
French fried asshole!
Hold the jalapenos, please.
Preparation H.
by ap
Corn. Yes, there's corn here.
Contrast of color, texture.
Aroma sublime!
by ap
Peristaltic pause.
Waves form, pressure increases!
Rocket shit to moon!
by ap
some erudition
in others toilet chat room.
regular programs...
by boo
"strings" are pubes! that gauge
singularity - vulva!
axis mundi, NOW!!
by Miss Everything of ekpyrotic howe
none dare name orgone,
soliton in brane: science
forpukes its murdered!
by wilhelm reich of from my grave
superstition and
science, together as one
in major league bums.
by unconceding
like black mollasses
three dimensional content
downloads really slow
by geoff of fashion district
baBOOns, when confined,
are amusing, harmless fools.
big, red assd' retards.
Flinging shit about,
eating fleas, while hoping they
were only human.
by ap
why does the bad math
not answer their telephone
could be they're busy
by geoff of fashion district
ekpyrotic blues
from a singularity
like your apt-plitude*
by boo ovrut
sex dimembrane curls
undulation procreates
nothing NEW, Baby!
by boo ovrut
gravitation in
search of a brane is very...
so... solitony!
by ekpyrotic apoapsis of to linda molton howe
gravitation in
search of a brane is very...
so... solitony
by ekpyrotic apoapsis
soliton in brane
or brane in gravity, huh?
make, wake up your mind
by ekpyrotic apoapsis of to burt ovrut
so, ap is apt to
double post haiku to his
grave - grave day for all
by boo
he thinks in haiku.
submits shitty ones? answer's
blowing out his ass
by boo
mommy never changed
ME! - wah! wah! Wah! WAh! WAH! WAH!
-you get the result-
by punk baddy
what's the plan? too much
distraction to save the world:
american plan.
by quazimodo
waiting for Janice
to return my messages
guess there's no one home
by geoff of fashion district
chaos batters me
30 minutes and i leave
for long restful night
by ferret70 of chicago
freeze, then warm, then freeze.
soon i will crack like cement.
and weeds will flourish
by ferret70 of chicago
My balogna smells
like cologne reminding me
of a phogna bogne
by optional
Windows ME is
to suck, as short and curly
is to pubic hair
by bill gates' hair piece
Win2K formats
Freshly partitioned hard drive.
Soon it will awake.
by Jobby
Pete and Repete were
in a boat, pete jumped out, so
who was left aboard?
by optional
Pete and Repete were
in a boat, pete jumped out, so
who was left aboard?
by optional
Pete and Repete were
in a boat, pete jumped out, so
who was left aboard?
by optional
Lucky for you and
Bad Haiku, I'm sick of words
that rhyme with FREEZING!
by optional
Lucky for you and
Bad Haiku, I'm sick of words
that rhyme with FREEZING!
by optional
