spank the kitten, yay
spank their guts, that is not right! O.0
see the spiders smile ?

the muscles all stretch
gaping hole...bottomless pit
power of goatse

the black lodge is near
dwarf in red dances around
laura is still dead

smoke rings in the air
empty molson's bottles drop
topias are here!

the letch brothers make
crimson rivers flow all down
autopsy table

good once-better twice!

fuckin' right thinking
there are tons of hot sales girls
at sears cosmetics

fuckin' right thinking
there are tons of hot sales girls
at sears cosmetics

i see a yellow blur
brown logs land on grass so green
dance on Pikafecal, dance on!

a rose for my beloved
alas, she does not smell as sweet
maybe i'll bury her tomorrow

dumped like so much trash,
i write an anguished poem.
it's sold to Hallmark.

but i take solace
knowing that there's always more
for your life at Sears.

Oscar Wilde wrote,
"hearts are made to be broken".
So are soup crackers.

one two three four five
one two three four five six sev...
hey, fuck you seven!

nitrogen causes
lightning electric color
purple flashing sky

the slings and arrows
of outrageous bad haiku
cannot break my bones

i am of rubber
my detractors made of glue.
bad haiku to you.

2 hot broads write me
Sexy, hot, fuck, wet, Haikus
Pajama Screw Fest!

Scott find some new room
Scott find a new place to dwell
Scott never look back

Scotty Too Hotty
That "WORM" thing you do is dumb
Time for a new move

repetitive works
arts busting masters reflect
grandma has a cock

ripping and burning
new chair is vibrating hummmmm
got some new gear

two little wontons
resemble two human brains
floating in my soup

The cat, yes you sir,
You read my words and see
What I want you too

you claim to follow
a theme like the great masters.
they'd bust your ass too.

poets can flame me
but that doesn't make me ash
i'm me already

following a theme
i get flamed by a psycho
with heated passions

i know you wrote it
i wrote something like it too
don't let it dis ya

just coincidence -
the CD burner image?
write your own haiku!

"i nearly burned her
a CD of all love songs.
glad my burner died."

ash, i don't know you,
but don't mess with me, buddy.
you'll get burned for real.

burning with desire
i'd like a cd writer
to record my love

thirty six hours
without any sleep at all.
i'll write bad haiku.

why don't I call her?
no, i think I'll wait until
3 AM or so.

the moon's reflection
intrudes into this haiku.
get lost, stupid moon.

I watch the wave, one after the other, and wonder why the came and where they went

i nearly made her
a CD of all love songs.
glad my burner died.

I feel that all the things
I've said here are irreedeemable so
I got to go because if I don't
where's my quiet life I long for!!!!!!

My prayer is that some
crazy realization can be
made tween Goddess and Mox

unconditional
is my love. don't need your want;
my wanting will do!

Anonymity doesn't exist
behind the web frontier
she is settled with greenhorns
from the East.

tamarama wants
you? too bad you're hoomoo. I'll
just have to do. BOO!

I noticed that the
Hunter S. Thompson is well
Wiliam S. Burroughs sort of =

in syllable length
and also, George W. Bush
and Dr. Gonzo are Cancers

(ayuh, sorry about the 5-7-5 non snafu)

Take a few open
Shots, Are you still there? Maybe
Hello! Open your eyes~

Take a deep breath - Ah~
Yes Yes - Now I see - Yess Yess
( , - )

not that the site rots,
my brain is rotted through
and that's all i do

bad haiku is it?
what constitutes bad haiku?
i think it's brain rot

it will never work
never does..tamarama
wants me, not you boo

TAMARAMA, see
12371 then jump to
12369
...69 simple as 1,2,3

here we swing for
femalings, we even do
drixoral - someday

we hope to have our
own Madonna; to surely
tease, and answer, please...

no inspiration
too much dinner..falling down
on keyboard..konk... bonk

on her knees tricks oral;
if we were furry animals
she prob'bly woon't wanna

we ain't just another band
of destituite Des Moiners -
we're Billy and the Boingers!