You don

Be smart marry a
rich girl and become a sponge
off her family

Give all up have some
fun, that

But it

Study brings its own
Rewards, bad breath, hair loss
and a job you hate

Time ticks by and wham!
Suddenly you are sixty
Where the hell life gone?

damn i spoke to soon
it's all good i'm buying time
instead of working...

wow hey look at that
all were written on the odd
just like i like it!!!

Hot Hot Heat rock on
oh who left the door unlocked
she's not a secret.

a test tomorrow
i'm studying with the moon
and drinking V8!

finished my paper
now on to the next hell hole
critical thinking...

damn that sigmund freud
he sure smoked to much cocaine
had sex on the brain.

first we're the people
our parents warned us about
then we're our parents

swinging pendulum
the neverending tick tock
till death do i part

boundaries are blurred
where does a mirror finish
which object is real

a closet dweller
or a fucked up psychopath
how are we alike

we are each other
so i could hardly hate you
although i could try

i'm in the closet
sexual ambivalence
makes hostile haiku

when you do your thing
you're making fun of my thing
also vice versa

you control meter
making geriatric poems
where's your blood and guts

i am a mirror
reflections of other lives
and none of my own

get your own thing
plenty of mine to go round
here, take some, with love

you may do my thing
although you are redundant
i can do my thing

my thoughts on arseholes ?
i don't have a policy
each case on merit

i can do your thing
more powerfully than you can
but there's still JV

iambic asshole
if you can't have stress unstress
you might as well die

look at my rhythm
so mellifluous and smooth
but emptiness reigns

like a worn out shell
using form without content
go sell insurance

what graceful haiku
but it signifies nothing
poop has more meaning

metaphor a day
we spent the night together
well well well well well

i am contrary
i am most disappointed
nobody loves me

though you dis my style
jealous that you haven't one
keep working at it

whatever you say
i enjoy good company
and variety

i am not myself
i wish my dick was bigger
i pretend i don't

i am middle aged
my sad life has been wasted
oh well, i'll die soon

Gypsy like thoughts tempt
Our hero to steal again
Non-original!

Laboriously
one finger taps on the keys
brutal dim thoughts flow

Stupendous insight
Your words so cleverly done
Why then write such junk?

Humbled with high awe
At such a great mind as yours
We stop submitting

metaphor master
the well will never run dry
there i go again

my overcast mind
storm clouds on the horizon
but there's no shelter

the most popular
sexually frustrated with
his porno haiku

Of course, with said word
Being colloquial, it
May be gefackt or

Guess the character?
Wait a minute, nearly there
Wait a sec! It's you!!!

i'm so redundant
lacking the style and grace of
genuine poets

you are all puppets
i prance you upon the stage
to help my writing

you're a bunch of fools
i work you like instruments
to help me create

the white hip hopper
he defies translation with
verbal castration

the tortured poet
wallowing in depression
i play him also

the aryan man
my favorite character
i play him a lot