Places are odd, some
they are horrors, others, kind
but it is my task
to take them as I
should. Hey, worthless dung, is to
a Hindu, Holy Shit

Ah, don't they say it...
It's not right to fight like this
friends might be here, dunno

Hey, Jesus is no
delusion, it's just really angry people
trying to tell me what I am
from a few angry words...

clique on suck and be
sucked in - to their sucking cult
of clique - fearing me...

graphic gross - yer toast
we've seen it ALL before - you're
nothing new each month!!!

Not yet! I am not
ready to pull up my skirts
for your web cam smut

The world is silent
I have the floor. I hear the
chirping of crickets

White noise static-like
a whisper, a hiss... the sound
from the lighted fuse

It rises and wakes
me from peaceful dreams. It is
my big alarm cock

ah... a new day dawns
HOLY SHIT its ten fifty!
where is my lunchbox?

irresistable
invitation to rock roll
can i love a mind

Let's dance now
Naked and with fairy cakes
Shit I'm dieting

Please don't smell
My finger shitting and it
Went through paper

Housework for me soon
After some masturbation
Ah! House to myself!

Fatter, shitter
Sorry the last one rhymed
Windy, distracted

Fatter, shitter
Sorry the last one rhymed
Windy, distracted

Felching is no fun
Sucking cum out of your bum
What's all that about?

Remember me love
I'm the tall one that you knew
The armpit shaver

26 I was
Last week Mid Life Crisis No!
Fuck Off away now!

Alabaster boy
Sunlight shite at night ho hum
Disposable joy

remnants of our love
lodged deeply in memory
errant hair gags me

Morning awaken
Always think of you dear
Then I go for poo

At the drive in songs
Have surreal names like say
"Unorthadox Paper Dog"

Wanky Shit Demon
Faeces and Masturbation
Eat it George Dubya

I wake need to shit
Cup of tea helps direction
Brown down happy now

a true story now
my friend Geraldine just can't
utter the em word

it makes her blush red
even alone in her head
and never in bed

masturbate me mate
make me moan move me mouth me
magnificient man

O come dance with me
rock and roll with me a p
yep I have rhythm

O satisfy me
I'll slurp and suck and swallow
feed me compliments

I respond kindly
it's a kind of catharsis
yep it's a climax

so, the five senses
have been tossed out the window
we bow to logic

engage moxie and
he thrives. ignore the fucker,
the bastard will die.

rejection is way
of life for this stupid prick.
it is what he knows.

poor mellie, so sad
compared to me when you are
so vital , sexy

ap and mellie,
either you two ARE moxie,
head fukin us all.....

or you are being
destroyed by what? I don't see
it? Moxibustion?

flaming bloody hell
jesus fucking christ moxie
you're an idiot

wake up to yourself
I can't bear to call you mate
once I thought you were

your words are putrid
nauseatingly stupid
worthless piles of dung

take your lithium
as prescribed. be compliant.
pride? hitler? librans?

who can realte to
this sick shit. admit it here.
everyone hates you.

everywhere you go
people hate you. even your
family. shameless.

it's not so much that
you don't write haiku as it
is your sick loser

shitty ass whining
about delusional magic
and fucking jesus

never call me your
fellow or ever address
me directly, see?

new nightmares - ED's
endocrine disruptors and
hormone mimics....hmm

EMF lattice
effects? Solar maximums?
or dumb fucks haiku..?

This is the unreal
i miss out, real world here
for words on a screen

I'm not laughing at
you. I'm imploding, like if
direct battle solves
The hurts, the pride, wounds
Sometimes, fellow artists, you

have suffered too, and
been taken quite rough
called all divers things and worse

Same here, almost like
An addiction is best to
see this as, I'll bet

goddamn glad you can't
see me. associtaion
here is excessive.

A man you can't see
i can't see you, we can't see
each other, board to board

Yes, I've not been laid
Still living in a small world
There are worse things

Well, it's stubbornness
you see, not like that but I
agree with you there. Pride!

fat bastard can't find
but the head of his little
prick under his gut

imagine his sick
paranoid machinations
superstitious cack

whining sick prickless
never been laid misanthrope
thinks he's artist

he must laugh at us
what other pleasure can this
sick disrupter have

moxie dialogue
could prove quite interesting
a peek at madness

Much isn't certain
in life...so much flaw, to work
through, dross and chainmail

themadtaer@hotmail.com

reach me there for dialogue