31643, 31645, 31647, 31647, 31649, 31651, 31663, 31664, not mine:

mox is not fine wine
doesn't get better with age
quite the opposite

sing a hymn to god
he is not unlike ourselves
he needs a good laugh

get your tubes tied bitch
i'm cutting off the species
one bitch at a time

since the dawn of man
over and over again
the same dumb mistake

thanks for having me
now you don't have to look at
your failing marriage

there was too much love
between mommy and daddy
so i'm the run-off

why do you want kids?
because you find no meaning
within your own life

i cherish my flaws
no social homogeny
not now, not ever

my approaching death
will it truly be the end
one can only hope

i get sad sometimes
the world is yearning for love
where shall we find it

i am outgoing
i like candle-lit dinners
and walks on the beach

i love to write words
writing is self expression
unless you are mox

I can hear Ben Stein
saying "oh...wow..." in his dry
manner right now, I feel

oh, a challenge,
wow...

Zabadooey, I don't care
keep masturbating your words on this website
I'll take pictures and sell
them to some gay porn site for cheap

Shortly bad spring talks.
Softly, a foolish star walks.
A kind vampire burns

william writes a lot of things
doesn't he?

There is no pain, except that
which is not experienced, and that which was lost due to lack of trust

small town baptist
says one thing about love
and goes on like a little kiss ass
sucking the marrow out of the trust
in any
God

(well, I am impressed
by my own writing then if
"someone" was willing to steal
it, save the good stuff for myself
and let these guys think they have me!)

the thief comes quickly
through the night and writing
is competition, ass kissing
and who gets the contract
and who dies penniless fired from
a warehouse waiting, for the new seed

doesn't matter who wrote
it, what matters is, the words
were said, and here they are
to be splattered for all

the internet is just a giant
grafitti machine for digital
spray cans...

the man in the mountain fell
down, 9/11 saw the end of the Trade Centers, and people
show their true fear ridden selves
now, survive in the job, trade yourself in for a worthless piece of paper, when a drive into the lake is the best choice, and the car sinks, and death is a relaxing ride
and the terrorists thought they were in heaven, they have nothing and gave others nothing except questions, pain and history

quiet coffehouses
with damned intellectual
idle chatter, thank God
for them

woman comes over
after hearing rumor, she says
quietly trying to approach by
her rules the person involved
the Average American lives in
fear, of their own intellect
so to be safe remains a fool

quiet coffehouses
with damned intellectual
idle chatter, thank God
for them

woman comes over
after hearing rumor, she says
quietly trying to approach by
her rules the person involved
the Average American lives in
fear, of their own intellect
so to be safe remains a fool

this is the road to
hell, hanging with the wrong
crowd and letting them

tear you to shreds
and answering back with
words like razors...

one can only say "kill myself"
too many times then get
sick of it themselves

death by hanging
causes ejaculations in the male
and in the female, just death

some feel the need to
go only some of the way
for some perverse pleasure

I want to put down
William here for joining the crowd
they slight each other
and call each other names
like children on line
words words words...
one more insecure comic hanging
in a noose, I am probably mad

If people keep feeding
the trolls, the only thing that stops
them is a diet of humble pie

well, life ain't a rose garden
and rumors will fly in the town of Rockland...perhaps someone will
buy it all up and kick the fishermen out

everyone here is too
self obcessed, including myself
close to losing another job
here over a couple of jerks
who know how to say slights
aside and get me talking to them
and getting myself in trouble

If I had never reacted to anyone here

slash slash, bleed bleed?
damn rainy thursdays

people will keep playing
one up with each other here
and the words and the
feelings, are different

My binoculars
can see into your soul, fool
and they see monkeys

I am a pimp

"Feeeeelings, nothing more than
feeeelings!" (singing to SF)

I
Luv
SF
Cuz
He's
Kewl

SF and I are getting married in a
"Star Wars" themed ceremoney.
It will truly be a gay event!

"Go Zabadooey, it's your birthday,
gonna sip Bacardi like it's your
birthday"
50 cent, from Get Rich or Die
Trying

I love the works of the great
Zabadooey. He has been a great
influenc in my life

Boring, boring, bord
Time to change the record SF
And your other names

Round and round he goes
Boring hell out of us all
Each name just the same

Same words used again
So too are all the Phrases
After little time

Larson, stinky, and
SF, Zabadooey too
All are one we know!

SF crossly writes!
But no one said it was you?
Your too self obsessed

Don't mock the monkeys
they are overworked by Nipps
writing 'his' haiku

Pity him he

Don