if one's bad haiku
is called execrable and worse
is that really praise?

in the interests of
keeping this site interesting
i'll accept the truce

Sooner than usual
I am in the grind today~
Gears turning, churning

how could i say that?
and yet it was me that did
i am corrupted

enough of this crap
so sweet i'll have to vomit
fuck you anyway

Seriously! I wrote
my last post on Sunday night.
It's not me posting

this really stupid
crap that we have to all read
I'll not post again.

Not really nice but,
reasonable actually,
because it's better

than what we are now
resorting to, this violence,
of words, time wasted.

Love and how I was
feeling it (not) but you know
I haven't posted

Since then. Nor do I
feel that this war is quite right.
Lets all be nice now!

So just to set the
record straight, the last post I
did was the one about

...A SLIGHT MODIFICATION

.........windy afternoon
cool and soft golden sunshine
....laundry clothes blowing

..........windy afternoon
warm and soft yellow sunshine
.....laundry clothes blowing

..........windy afternoon
warm and soft yellow sunshine
......laundry clothes blowing

.........a sleeping beauty
looks more like a sleeping beast
..........cosmetics and all

fresh from his slumbers
a sleeping beauty awakes
to write bad haiku

i am older now
than i was just yesterday
or the day before

.......oh shit a mistake
...........the 12997
...was placed in line three

(now i"m less than perfect)

......autumn leaves falling
in mirth they cover the ground
.....a yellow finch chirping

a coward would think
the whole world is as spineless;
i use my real name.

let's give kit the site -
with any luck he will just
choke on his own filth.

.......just what is gurr-ams
is it something like white smoke
......to make you suck hard

.....what a crap of fools
couldn't even do the forms
....what a waste of time

........where is ash, janis
snoring tight under your sheet
.......told ya he's TOO old

this is sad haiku
multiple identities
aren't entertaining

ashamed of my name
too many spurious posts
with excess venom

it wasn't the pig
too busy with four legs good
and diddling chickens

(someone, come and poke these jackasses
nobody likes them and nobody wants to read them,
ah, but this is bad haiku and we'll just have to take
it in the ass.)

it's moxie madness
an epidemic of same
old cock and bullshit

i sit @ h@me n@w
l@@king at childrens' b@@bies
@@ps, squack @n the c@uch

.....i am the champion
piggy's sorry cock is gone
...let him suck the imps

...............12993
was simply done without wit
.........by a witless pig

....what you doin' pig
.....12991 ain't mine
go find your own name

dad once diddled me
kissed me on the dirty spot
it all comes out now

...go suck your own cock
or what looks like a cockee
.........for thumbelina

..i pooped my pants once
and it got on my shirt sleave
all the kids teased me

i am five years old
i like to say shit and fuck
i am really smar t

....why do i flame you?
it's such a waste of time.
....a brick has more wit.

(....look....homo dots)

I miss grams with cocks
sex on Sunday in a box
and almost miss mox

You are like fake tits.
You are both stuffed full with shit,
That will leak out soon.

All you do is whine.
Put a cork in it, fucktard.
Butt plugs rock your world.

Puppies nip and bark
chasing kittens 'round the park
must go home 'fore dark

..piggy where are you
it is not time yet to hide
under your mom's twat

So brilliant, Tot.
You slap the words together
Yet can't tie your shoes.

What are those dots there?
The little poopy droppings,
Before the weak words?

(more shit, what else?)

....foot and mouth disease
that is what will consume you
........already you stink

........my little boy pig
..you just couldnt write haiku
.....your first line has six

(you're not even an amateur)

Ronin the shit stain,
I liked you better as Tot.
Try another name.

.......go fuck a wee mouse
you might just make it with him
......he'd do your ass good

Again, is that your best?
That's all you have to offer?
A rank amateur.

.piggy's wee wankee
pathetic, petrified and
......pathological