neither learned nor taste
you amuse only yourself
go do macram

Just a bit of supply
We are ready to go
get a new job and a new life

ap is now gone.
i enjoyed the bad haiku.
the nut is too much.

ash, mellie, saint, priest,
betty la bomb, yes, even boo.
bye bye bye bye bye

I wear my heart on
my sleeve... no wait that is just
some dried-up boogers

Ox with a sting
Really is an odd thing
Gored and poisoned at times

Please stop writing poems
to hurt and I won't either
it's below us all

Moment of silence
for a waterbuffalo
who met the lion

Moxie is a learned
taste, which is why so many hate it
till they get used to it

listen to the sound
of one hand smacking your face
and tell me your thoughts

The people who insult
and when I do, get nowhere
get somewhere
Jackman...

She's Moriarty
to my Sherlock Jones or a
bullet to my jack

On giving a shit
Literally it can be a
business run by bulls

what's that dreadful smell ?
it must be moxie flamb

A rant can be a
haiku, lad, i suppose if
I rant to 5/7/5

Mellie, why do you want to burn a Bible?

is this the rant page?
no? rant on the rant page please.
haikulation here.

You just don't know me
You know, face to face
you could really truely hurt me
or really speak meaning, not type it
it's just nothing really, words...

I think I'm being stalked
by a lion now
and why is ap obcessed with wanking?
is he single

Thanks, Mox, but if I
gave a shit, you'd be the first
I would give it to.

Insults lead nowhere
But explaining does now see
Here's a Pabst

lions do not count
they are prowling for their prey
sometimes they miss too

i do not need form
though the uninformed should know
haiku is haiku

reduce your wanking.
suboptimization of
sexual desire.

wave off the insult
that's below you apAsh
get on my cloud of Hell

the comfy bed calls
what care i for repart

Why do you need form?
Does not formlessness make the
vase useful at all?

moxie prescription:
visit your therapist, now.
take your lithium.

Here's a Pabst...

this libran can spell
although sometimes i can't count
but i spit okay

Why would you burn
a holy book? How
would a Muslim feel if I burned her
Qu'ran? in front of her
but I didn't give regard to how you felt
He died for us all...no excuse for Moxie's sin now

what else shall we burn
witches? It is a good book
it is how you see it

i've done it that time
one too many syllables
how can i go on?

Proud Librans are creul
Kind Librans can heal
Even the darkest Scorpion

It's not a good book
toss bible on bonfire
watch burning ashes

It was Beltaine...
But the fire, she is still
And it is maleness being expressed...

no idea at all
regarding my existence
merely conjecture

Ash on the warpath
he's out with all guns blazing
he's like a bonfire

No, not that severe
I like your structure but, this
I don't have to like
the artist, but I can
like the art, but the artist
is ok too

I see you as too
structured, too formal
No fun, no batshit as you say...

I need to get more your style
I think you need chaos...
Amen

we have narrowed you down
to one person
let us spread, something new

The pride I see
I see as rich liberal pride
Too much structurem too many manners
not enough, chaos
nature would blow it in like so much straw

oh, don't box me in
give me a home on the range
grandma has a cock

I can measure this
Like my athiest libran friend
but you can't measure God

Well, I'll get over it
I like your style
even if you don't like mine
unless you mug me with your "style..."

sophisticated
i can count to seventeen
nearly ev'ry time

Not everything can be libran
full of balances and counterchecks
but emotion and "meaninglessness"
that's water

your style is absent
being rather lack of style
boring as batshit

I'm just a caveman
I don't understand your strange
haiku free form

Who caught the clap
And the sarcasm
Real poetry when you forget yourself
work with me

Now Ash...
Maybe my style is fine for others
But it's not your style...
Maybe that's why you don't like it.
Just say that, I don't like your style, Moxie