grandpa has a cunt
we always call her grandma
grandma has a cock
by mellie
ah, fingers flexing
return reruns of silly
ad homs and insults
by impro
You flee
because you fear
I have boogers on my arm, amen
by Wait...
neither learned nor taste
you amuse only yourself
go do macram
by ash
Just a bit of supply
We are ready to go
get a new job and a new life
by PX
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
by ap
I wear my heart on
my sleeve... no wait that is just
some dried-up boogers
by impro
Ox with a sting
Really is an odd thing
Gored and poisoned at times
by Moxie
Please stop writing poems
to hurt and I won't either
it's below us all
by Moxie
Moment of silence
for a waterbuffalo
who met the lion
by impro
Moxie is a learned
taste, which is why so many hate it
till they get used to it
by Moxie
listen to the sound
of one hand smacking your face
and tell me your thoughts
by impro
The people who insult
and when I do, get nowhere
get somewhere
Jackman...
by Moxie
She's Moriarty
to my Sherlock Jones or a
bullet to my jack
by impro
On giving a shit
Literally it can be a
business run by bulls
by Moxie
what's that dreadful smell ?
it must be moxie flamb
by ash
A rant can be a
haiku, lad, i suppose if
I rant to 5/7/5
by Moxie
Mellie, why do you want to burn a Bible?
by Moxie
is this the rant page?
no? rant on the rant page please.
haikulation here.
by ap
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...
by Moxie
I think I'm being stalked
by a lion now
and why is ap obcessed with wanking?
is he single
by Moxie
Thanks, Mox, but if I
gave a shit, you'd be the first
I would give it to.
by impro
Insults lead nowhere
But explaining does now see
Here's a Pabst
by Moxie of gratzi, ash, I'm still batshit
lions do not count
they are prowling for their prey
sometimes they miss too
by mellie
i do not need form
though the uninformed should know
haiku is haiku
by ash
reduce your wanking.
suboptimization of
sexual desire.
by ap
wave off the insult
that's below you apAsh
get on my cloud of Hell
by Moxie
the comfy bed calls
what care i for repart
by ash
Why do you need form?
Does not formlessness make the
vase useful at all?
by Moxie
moxie prescription:
visit your therapist, now.
take your lithium.
by ap
Here's a Pabst...
by Moxie
this libran can spell
although sometimes i can't count
but i spit okay
by ash
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
by Moxie
what else shall we burn
witches? It is a good book
it is how you see it
by Moxie
i've done it that time
one too many syllables
how can i go on?
by ash
Proud Librans are creul
Kind Librans can heal
Even the darkest Scorpion
by Moxie
It's not a good book
toss bible on bonfire
watch burning ashes
by mellie
It was Beltaine...
But the fire, she is still
And it is maleness being expressed...
by Moxie
no idea at all
regarding my existence
merely conjecture
by ash
Ash on the warpath
he's out with all guns blazing
he's like a bonfire
by mellie
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
by Moxie
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
by Moxie
we have narrowed you down
to one person
let us spread, something new
by Moxie of aha...
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
by Moxie
oh, don't box me in
give me a home on the range
grandma has a cock
by ash
I can measure this
Like my athiest libran friend
but you can't measure God
by Moxie of ah, pride!
Well, I'll get over it
I like your style
even if you don't like mine
unless you mug me with your "style..."
by Moxie
sophisticated
i can count to seventeen
nearly ev'ry time
by ash
Not everything can be libran
full of balances and counterchecks
but emotion and "meaninglessness"
that's water
by Moxie
your style is absent
being rather lack of style
boring as batshit
by ash
