Gracelessly words flow
In banal competition
I ask why read them

bold c

i should get a job
this is not a way of life
don't believe a word

high quality flood
well, okay, less pathetic
than the shite you write

see me register
what, you can't see yourself now ?
that must be so bad

i can't stop at one
but i guess i'm not alone
turn up the volume

a few more haiku
to distance substandard scum
and this page is ours

church, army, the clan
join now you loud mouthed fucker
right up your alley

go to any church
they're all dressed up for jesus
grandma has a cock

gotta stop this now
unlike you i have a life
that i like living

i'm an angry man
the world doesn't worship me
and i know i'm great

not a full page yet ?
i must continue to write
there is room to burn

blah blah blah blah blah
and yada yada yada
can i offend you?

s.f. the verbose
a man of many haiku
but little content

s.f. can't take no
even when we say to stop
he knows we want it

how much can i write ?
i am very prolific
though inconsistent

sexual retard
microcephalic white trash
feigns an education

online narcissist
gazes at his monitor
imagining fame

well read psychopath
spends his sad and lonely life
trying to offend us

ersatz undergrad
foaming at the outside world
fondling his penis

Es tanzt, schwarze Mann
Ich habe es erschossen
Vergewaltigung!

swift kick in the ass
and tyrone is on his way
to the cotton fields

Oh, Pa, it's comin'!
"Remember, in the chest, son.
"Well done, no, stop that!"

new energy source
make all them fleet footed coons
run on hampster wheels

Can I come too, pa?
"Sure you can, son, take this gun
"Aim for the chest, son."

But P, mama said!
"I don't like gettin' aroused
"Before I kill, son."

i watch BET
those booty shake videos
are somewhat cliche

go to a black church
its like a wu tang concert
loud and retarded

What is all this jive?
Quit yo' slick preachin' brother
Yo' ain't got no style

black economics
he buys new shiny rims for
his used ford escort

black economics
he cashes in food stamps to
purchase malt liquor

they spit def poetry
a hundred years of freedom
and they still can't write

look at my afro
i am so afrocentric
wearing dashikis

they are so inept
too lazy to learn english
they speak ebonics

single parent home
another fatherless coon
future drug dealer

blacks show no restraint
they buy fubu clothes instead
of food for their kids

Martin Luther King
a dishonest sex addict
he was no Gandhi

ignorant yard apes
worshipping hip-hop culture
no wonder they're dumb

our nation's prisons
full of lazy porch monkeys
lock them up for good

coloreds are worthless
basketball and graffiti
are their main talents

i'm doing god's work
a professional racist
cleaning the world's poop

no nonsense skin head
leroy gets a curbie for
hitting on white girls

the men fuck infants
as an antidote to aids
they are beyond hope

the dark continent
the world's permanent shit stain
we should nuke them all

no hand-outs for coons
let natural selection
dictate their demise

loud puerto ricans
playing their taco music
they breed like chickens

hate the japanese
they do everything better
like quiet robots

necklace wearing wop
driving his new camaro
he reaks of garlic

ugly tiger woods
freaky abomination
no more race mixing

disease ridden chinks
infecting our world once more
slanty eyed bastards