old man bade me join
handsome boy modeling school
from here say thank you

I wonder why he
battles someone who wondered
why he tried to be me

I am nothing to you sir
bother not with me

Resting assured
that she shall come back around
and all shall be well

ah, no sir, they
are locked in the struggle of
love, shaved toungues, deft features

Virgo is wise and
gives a circle of practical
truth to emotion

some big foot slams down
joined pair deftly dodges prick
stings trite offender

as is the chickadee
silly little bird talks hello
and invites you to smile

I am one *Virgo*
my life an open book then
(true Scorpio knows)

your art, I like!

kiwis are odd fruit
small, brown, completely flightless..
or are they odd birds?

The two Scorpions
locked in the tall gaze love the
eternal struggle

A civil war with
poems is not a creative
effort. I must go so others
can write haiku for now

he who know shoot straight
else he catch bad bladder blast
right in smelly face

I am embarassed
to tell you my life, but I
also ask you, what of yours?

To pretend to have the
great self confidence is to
say you are like you

we live in a culture
that values that over
true flawed humanity

try to make up life
as you go down the road few
take and make your own path

Truth is to get a
life would solve a huge waste of
all your times as well

Mox, prithee do tell
do you live alone or what?
how doth payest bills?

old man baba fan
said stand back and let it all
fly over you, so

The group though, tends to
agree, as a group, when it
is of one whole clique

so I see myself
through others whose true selves
lie to say, myself

(simply hit shift key)
continuous depression
--capitalism!--

he sends "us" his spores
leaves intelligence smiling
dead mullets shining

unity is key
for those under control of
capitalism

poets like the moon
where the light is brightest found
shadows are deeper

scottological
demonstrable truths will show
within every *fact*

crap from bung daddy
is really pretty good shit
although quite nutty

Universal truth
is centered on a good poo
and a happy bung

something about Scott
poetic logic he's got
got to love him - lots

a paradox then:
you fight for our acceptance
and so we fight back

who would wish you dead
if you didn't post this crap?
you're fighting yourself

listen, if you think
you're eternally damned
that's why i got off here

to live life with people
who I gave a shit about
and vice versa

not to listen to the opinions of those i did not know

no!! I just like to fight
to try and convince others
that I have a right to live

snowdrop and mittens
are playful pastel pussies
just watch your noggin....

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black coffee, i cry
if the haiku don't kill me
i'll live till i die

i think badhaiku's
your eternal damnation
and so for us, too

moved within my heart
rhythmic tonic soothes - it seems
sadness reaches out

I'm very human
I enjoy life at times, and suffer
as we all do...

Those who see only the poetry here
miss the whole picture, and I miss
the ones whom they are, we are
both Frodo and Gollum

I'm a Scorpio
that's no excuse to be a jerk like I was
but I evoke strong feelings...

I'd rather be on the side of light

the stress I got here
was from the hatred of some
they just want an easy out

and want to be right
at any cost

well, if I did that
I'm carrying the ring of doom
and I lived? who knew?

suicide is eternal damnation
no one should be encouraged to do so,

so I guess moxie
is important to haiku
he's the dark not light

but recognizing
his existence is a bad
thing...pandora's box.

so I guess moxie

'

"im margret thatcher"
dipping fingers in my wine
pool cue in his eye

poets need a muse
somehow we got stuck with mox
grandma has a cock

what's good without bad?
and what's bad without awful?
mox serves his purpose

like flying through flack
mox grotesque haiku attack
man that guy is whack

i don't really think
moxie is human, just a
bot sending out spew

moxie finally
committing suicide would
be a promise kept

i hope moxie gets
run over by monster trucks
on a drunk rampage