it's a choice to come
here, but to deal with the self
ish hit and runs, one
has to experience
the tragedy in order
to understand it
by Moxie
 
			
slash a back and call
it good, death is welcome, go
for it and all's well xxx
by Mox
 
			
react, react...come
you lit out for the bitch, shum
rest assured, fog
by Moxie
 
			
the the with the lit
and the rest assured, she said
I am green, go fly
by Moxie
 
			
betty lelandmine
blew off a hand of mine
yankee doodle dandy
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
Shades of army green
peel away the fat and lean
leave the core obscene
by Betty LeBomb
 
			
I'm painting my nails
patriot shades of blue
to claw holes in you
by Betty LeBomb
 
			
9/11...
see, it's different now
because you see how a hit
and run villian works
and only if you knew
by Moxie
 
			
well, I'm full of holes
the big spiritual empty
spot, a giant sponge
by Moxie
 
			
the danger is when 
ego packs a wallop so
missed out on those who
by Mox
 
			
self employed patient
fifty-seven days sick leave
show me the money
by ash
 
			
after surgery
my award winning toe jam
outspreads all others
by ash
 
			
oh foot fetishists
fat toes are waving to you
so beguilingly
by ash
 
			
"interesting site" oh yeah,
revel in times when covert
really meant covert
your despicable 
parents, enjoyed their consumer
goods while world was subdued
subdued 'anonymously' of course you american cunt
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
sheena the moth girl
is back, fuck off sheena, or
go fuck a mothman
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
for site of int'rest
intelligence and dry wit
click this little link
my linkby sheena
 
			
janis, howya been?
although your presence is sensed
nice to see you "here."
by sheena
 
			
fuck off, anonym
take the easy road due left
quick, snotty remarks
none investigate
merely pontificate, sneer
cheap philosophies
by sheena
 
			
AP had it right
Moxie you are abysmal
get off of this site
by Smalltown Voodoo
 
			
the fourth is gone away
Wells' time machine would help
to live it again
by Smalltown Voodoo
 
			
now it falls to me
i must repopulate it
i think in haiku
by Smalltown Voodoo
 
			
at one time hundreds
now only a few a day
bad haiku dwindles
by Smalltown Voodoo
 
			
damn you moxie 
you are worse than ever
fuck off please
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
in fact, would anyone
notice the extra holes
in you or would you
just seem the same as you
do now?
by Moxie
 
			
yes, ap, I was very
pissed about the helicoper incident
but, it missed you
damn, but who would I have
to give me a hard time?
by Moxie
 
			
you need to be Christians someday
by Moxie
 
			
well, in the end all
is up to me, whether one takes
to heart, what those without
say
by Moxie
 
			
i can't even ask
nobody controls this beast
then we all shall weep
by ap
 
			
so its bad haiku
and worse foreign policy
who could forgive us
by ap
 
			
Did I remember
To send you that excel file?
Or did I forget.
by Janis (to ash)
 
			
The weekend creeps up
The heat has finally broken
The tomatoes grow
by Janis of Toronto 
 
			
bitter and twisted
or thoughtful entertainment
it's all bad haiku
by ash
 
			
U.S. A. Land mines
Killing or maiming scores of 
Children every day
Happy 4th  you twits or murderous bastards
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
U.S.A. Land mines
Killing or maim scorces of 
Children each day
Happy 4th  you twits or murderous bastards
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
independence day
well done, rulers of the world
bad luck, dependents
by ash
 
			
eat shit, pig fucking
selfish, third-world destroying, 
americanskis
oh...and fuck off moxie
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
Happy 4th Kyss...
and the rest of you
Happy 4th
by Mox
 
			
rumsfeld just like ike
before him, kindly faced 
monster, evil deeds
by ghost of Patrice Lumumba
 
			
The sweltering heat
With the added bonus of
A garbageman strike
by Janis of Toronto 
 
			
wierd symptoms prevail
like silent ischemia
cardiac morass
by echo
 
			
I have a heart
palpitation, and I'm not
sure if it's blockage
by Mox
 
			
The alien came here
Klatu barada nicto
He told his robot
He came to stop us
Our wars would be our undoing
The doctor helped
by Small Town Voodoo of A Small Town 
 
			
new financial year
some old lies brought to account
with creative flair
by ash
 
			
Where is Lauren's car?
Junkyard?  No.  Big rip in tire.
Dead car at Lydia's.
by Lauren of http://www.geocities.com/randomhaiku 
 
			
I had 8 bottles
Maybe 9, you can't be sure
When you drink sake
by WyldKyss
 
			
My red wookie dead
Would have liked to use him more
Death from atrophy
by Kackarott
 
			
old men drive young men
to work late and wreck their their lives
and become old men
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
i wish i had sucked
but instead i used my bite
unfulfillingly
by ash
 
			
everything sucks
by Anonymous Poet
 
			
my new filling broke
it seems that life is too hard
unlike dental work
by ash