By this time next year
I'm going to own the world.
All poets must leave.

Wild Saturday night
Sunday morning hangover
Must drink less next time

Victory is ours!
Pour forth your foggy musings
unburdened by spam

I do not know why
But i am bad at Haikus
Five syllable line

There was a crack down.
Large spam bot servers shut off.
Or something like that.

I read it somewhere.
Does not mean that it is true.
Either way, I'm glad.

Back to bad haiku.
Farts, burps, and genital scabs.
Awful stuff like that.

haiku surges on
leaving spam bots floundering
and a write-full plaice

Seriously, I
think that the spammers gave up.
Internet history?

The old beggar scratched.
It was not done politely.
One would almost think.

The clock is ticking.
Nintendo seems to stop it.
Look in the mirror.

There was a dead dog.
She poked it with a long stick.
Maggots slithered out.

No spam to clean up?
Unfuckingbelievable
Boner pills for all!!!!

Monkey's throwing poo.
Tourists get a souvenir.
Throwing poo looks fun.

Better a chat room
than a message board of spam.
Please buy my used car.

I'm a puffer fish.
Puffing wacky tobaccy.
But only sometimes.

Skiddle de bee bop
Doodle de tee top shoe shop
Wabba wee doop dip

Flat fish had a wish
to live free in the ocean,
not cooked on a dish

Webdriver Torso:
Blue and red rectangles go
BEEP BOOP BLOP BEEP DOOP

I am a flat fish
I live in the Atlantic
I write bad haiku

Beware of the time
when some stupid idiot
makes this a chat room.

Haikus do not rhyme
'cept when they really need to
so violets are blue

I will praise who wrote
that haiku 'bout Flat the Fish
and other flat stuff

Many write Haikus
about a flat fish who writes
very bad haikus

Lady Gaga's ass.
A fish that can write haiku.
A piece of paper.
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Things that are flat.

Don't drink soda pop.
Mosquitoes love CO2.
And also sugar.

Tobacco junkies.
Brown-stained fingers and clothing.
Let us laugh at them.

How they suck Death's dick.
White tiny smoke-spewing cock.
And they pay for it.

Rednecks cooking meth.
Crackheads breaking into cars.
Children at the park.

They are not nice men.
They ride loud motorcycles.
And they wear crosses.

winter is too cold
seasons are over-rated
in my opinion

Space Bar Space Bar Space
Bar Space Bar Space Bar Space Bar
Space Bar Space Bar Done

I like to eat things
It could be my sofa or
perhaps a lawn gnome

Dost thou even hoist?
To be honest with thy soul
*Sword chops off head* NAY

Lines from some poems
Quoth the raven, nevermore
Ga ga ga ga ga

Hot dogs versus fries
fries are way too thin to eat
but so are hot dogs

Haikus are so vague
The last verse never makes sense
I live in a box

Google versus bing
Bing gives you no real results

Google takes over

Haiku: Pointless po-

em created to repre-

sent the world and - GAAAAAAH

Open your front door.
Poetry is meaningless.
Take a step forward.

Here there be no twat.
Only floppy penises,
flaccid and tiny.

I scanned my fat ass.
I put the pic on Facebook.
Now it is Assbook.

I like to fuck things.
It could be rubber chickens.
Perhaps a lawn gnome.

I like to steal things
It could be poetry or
perhaps a lawn gnome

Boredom settles in.
I need to steal something.
Perhaps a lawn gnome.

I truly hate God.
God made man, man made haiku.
Therefore I hate God.

Overinflated
Kanye. Underinflated
footballs. Balance sought

He tried to catch fish.
You might ask why he did this.
For the halibut.

Jerry is not dead.
He's hanging out with Elvis.
In Cabo Wabo.

The worth of my birth.
The universe is now worse.
That's the 2nd Law.

New Grateful Dead tour.
Jerry's corpse made a puppet.
It sounds much better.

Goats climbing tall trees.
Captchas on a mailbox.
Razor blades in soap.

Poison Ivy pus.
Crusty bloody underwear.
Swollen painful dick.

These words of wisdom.
Say "Horsey Teepee Soupey".
But stand on your head.