An alcoholic?
No, I remember one day
When I drank no beer

Dale Earnhardt is god.....

using one's nom de
plume doesn't me make fume but
"I like Creed" = misdeed

Too many bottles
Take up most of my small room
And they're all empty

Where is the monkey?
It was here, in this small room
But now it has gone

But my beer is good
And my rice, although it's burnt
Which adds to the taste

Sausages aren't right
Odd, so I check best before
Oh, I'll still eat them

Haiku wastes my time
I should be working, wait, no
I should be drinking!

I went to the zoo
I saw a monkey without legs
In a big wheelchair

As he explores her
Jungle canopy he finds
A bit of apple

Orange boy scout feels
And touches his mother's breast
She pushes him down

Obtuse gorilla
Has its legs spread apart at
Quite a large angle

The man with no head
Fellates the orange boy scout
With his dead fingers

The monkey has legs
And a big moustache as well
As a purple hat

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piTYTiq

lOOl
OllO
lOOl

I have a monkey
It has a stick and it pokes
The cleaner with it

Maybe I should try
To fill the entire page with
My useless babbling

Was ist es, Narren?
"Wir hab' einen Stuhl gemacht!!"
Es ist gem

Insemination
I could do my coursework but
Hey, I'm a student

That haiku down there
It's not mine, which is why my
name is not on it

Komm, meine W

Elvis is not dead
I talk to him when drinking
He goes to my pub

Smells like fried food and
cigarettes....must be DALE
EARNHARDT!!!! HAHAHAAAA

Elvis is dead already!!!!

"DAYYYYLLLLLE IS GAWWWWWD!!!
I CAYNT GO ON NO LONGER WITH
OUT HIM!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH

Oh my gawwwwwd!! Dale Earnhardt
is dead!!! The world is in pain and
mourning!! Ha, haaaa...white trash
dirtbag losers!!!! He was a chump
and an alcoholic..thats what ya get
for driving drunk!!

The Viet Cong know how to
torture the vets....they have the
technique down and should be
well respected for that.
"DAYYYYLLLLLLLE EARNHARRRRDT"
...who by the way was drunk when
he crashed. Not to mention he was
a trailer trash dirtbag just like all
of his fans

Best not to comment
Or I

Passing strangers laugh
My strange words seem to amuse
Keep churning them out

I read submissions
Customary courtesy
Keeping me polite

Peanut size Hailstones
Bounce ten feet high in the air
Take shelter in doors

Shadows race black clouds
Lightening strikes show us the scene
Cold rain stings my face

Public is too smart
To fall for that now? Aren

Interesting though
Those days they could get themselves
Portrayed as heroes

Did you mean Nixon?
And his administration
Or just someone else

Respect Viet-Cong
For they repelled the fascists
From the USA

30457,30458,330459 not mine

Respect the Viet Cong,
For they tortured our soldiers,
REAL GOOD-LIKE!

not mine, not mine, not mine, not
mine, not mine, not mine, not mine,
not mine, not mine,
mine not, mine not, mine not
none of these poems are mine
i write them all and claim nothing
not mine, not mine

30456, 30457, 30458 not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine, not mine
not mine

auroras dancing
the transit of mercury
all i see is rain

i remain confused
my life is like lift music
going up and down

off to therapy
the vacant silence shimmers
reflecting white noise

hold your horses, son
or you won

That was obvious
But the question still remains
Would that stuff be true?

Daddy is that you
You can come home now its safe
Keep the false beard though

30434 ,30443 Not mine

down the marshy land

I lust the paper work girl
i am a jerk off
Renee Lets Fuck