hmm burroughs cut up
machine, spitting out scams, spams
and Hi! I am from Pakistan

Rock, paper, scissors.
The fist slaps the palm three times.
Show me what you got.

Hello!

petrified dog dung
hammock improperly hung
ladder missing rung

what does it mean

He died just for me.
And that means for me alone.
You others will burn.

Burn deep in Hell's pits!
The BBQ pits of hell!
Roasted like a pig.

You will be juicy.
Jesus and I will eat you.
Your souls will be sauce.

I believe all this.
I mean it, I really do.
Satan's a good cook.

i will add he died
for assholes like you but death
comes for all of us

Oh, it was Easter.
Did you find all of your eggs?
And candy rabbits?

Would He sit with you?
Would He eat your Easter ham?
Do you have a soul?

Somehow I picture Jesus pulling the nails out of his hands and driving them into the Holy Day Pig's Ass to ensure even cooking temperature throughout the hunk of swine flesh, consistently roasted and honey-glazed perhaps with pineapple so that you can get into Heaven and sit before The Father upon your earthly demise whereupon you will gorge yourself on Kosher bacon cheese burgers, fluorescent fowl's embryo, and cacao leporidae. Praise His Name!

Never disappoints
Stunning collection of nuts
Magical thrill ride

heaven and hell, well
oh well, ronnie james dio
tis a black sabbath

happy easter

People who have AIDS.
White men in Asian airports.
Girls in Pattaya.

Sharing is caring.
if you can't be with your love,
love the one you're with.

Or if your wife has gotten so ridiculously fat that you don't want to have sex with her any more and want to escape to some island paradise with Mai-Tais, Gin-and-tonics, rum-and-cokes, funny drinks with umbrellas as if they are afraid of rain and/or sunburns, and marijuana, and bikini girls who you can rent for $500 per week and the only crime they have is writing bad haiku. Yes, that would be heaven. Or hell. Or both.

Damn all these spammers!
"Jan-Ass The Hutt" is sleeping;
She needs Boba Fett.

I'm not enlightened.
Iamback, tell your story.
Why the taunts and jibes?

What evil was done?
What was done to fuel your hate?
I must know these things.

Can it fuel space ships?
Hyper-drives run on hatred.
Now that's cool sci-fi.

no more but also
not less. It is in total
equilibrium

I just don't get it.
iamback confuses me.
Why's he hate others?

Who is Darth Gardar?
Why are there gay wedding taunts?
Why does my ass burn?

Damn Manila whores!
Shouldn't let her lick my ass.
Time to get a shot.

I think it was "she".
But maybe it was a "he".
I was really drunk.

April approaches
expectations rise like plant
underwhelming them

pretty prose prances
alliterative attack
ruggedly repelled

Satin syllables
slowly slather swimmingly
secretly softly

did bukowski want
his dirty old man title
back from you DF?

Blowing black boogers.
A big city walkabout.
I don't suggest it.

milk and cheese went bad
even had their own comic
ran about violent

and some said that say
lactose intolerance how
about intolerant

lactose

If it carries a switchblade.

fridge cleaning today
question: how can you tell if
buttermilk is bad?

Spray your asshole clean.
Luxury Asian commode.
Fuck toilet paper.

sequined superstars
pedophile pornographers
missile making mice

bread crumbs in my pants
ducks follow only so far
"Not today," they say

Go google yourself
Spraying your brain around here
Will clash with the drapes

Doomed humanity
Flatulent profanity
Humping Manatee

Lastly, I imbibe
ghastly, whomever subscribes
shite is the order

hereafter, splendor
cast against a wall again
tender, surrender

wherein lay humour
mainly, 'tis in my rectum
anal retention

havoc averted
a celebration replete
immeasurable drugs

mine buttocks clinging
each to the other, aside
gateway sealed for once

Yo no hablo French
But I'm handy with a wrench
Smell like New York stench

farts rick beaucoup trop
probable qu'il va exploser et
ils auront besoin d' une sorte d'

Damn that dirty meth.
Up all night banging chickens.
Yes, I should have slept.

Go to sleep early
Try it and see how it feels
It may change your life

The toad was quiet.
This poor toad did not want fame.
Now it is too late.

Thanks, you guys that is a great explanation. keep up the good work in your granite blog.
agario ,
happy wheels ,
car games ,
pacman ,
plants vs zombies ,
solitaire ,

The President growled:
"Give me the launch codes. Right now."
"Sir, please. You are drunk."

'Ku rolls on, a rapping
Hos in tow, legs be wrappin
Poets here: fappin

Yall perplexin
Layered themes, in my rhymes
Hos: "please, one more time?"

If hot lil hos is
What you crave, just mosey on
N leave them wanting

Hos holla, folla
Screamin "ku dont leave! Yo Rhymes
Impregnate our minds"

Phone pic dat turd and
rub in faces: dem geeks in
NSA spaces

Riddle on 'ku
Twistin yo minds ju jitsu
Hos say "we love 'Kuuuuuu!!!"

time to state dey crimes
Far past time, these fucking slimes
Ass holes assholes yo

Kitten Beyonce
Know da ho score, dey all want more
Monarch viagra

Kennedy secret speech
Did tell, Societies: our hell
For dat, rang his bell

Dont read yous poo for
Clues fool, yous new ass master
Be old you know who

Its my third coming
In yo facezzzzz, puttin youzzz
In yo placezzzes

Over a decade
Makin rhymes, hos be cryin
"We want 'ku rappin"

But its yo slavry
I am warnin, oligarchy
Dey be comin, yo

I am now worried.
Rap-haiku fusion's a sign
of the Apocalypse.

Also that I have
horrific diarrhea
and my asshole burns.

I bet it's swollen
and looks like a pink donut
with glaze and sprinkles.

Where's my cell phone?
I'll take a picture of it.
Just for vhs.

Oh, but I forgot.
He said he's not coming back.
And he never lies.

Hos want dem dollaz
All seeing eye on back they
Folla. Nasty crime.

My dick: thick 'ku(hai) brick
Gonna send these horny hos
On space oddessy

"We so horny, yo"
hos squeal. I say "eyes wide shut
Illuminati"

Yall poets hair so
nappy, I say Flava Flav
yo fuckin pappy!