online babes of world
luscious, tender morsels
hot fun in winter

wigum's always on
Halo 2 consumes his nights
But what can he do?

Colon gurgles. Gas.
Another beefy burrito.
Splat. Cat loathes my noise.

Look! I'm peeing on
The seat, but it's ok cuz
I'm Homer Simpson!

Elijah Wood says
in The Ice Storm, smelling it
Is like tasting it

Litterbox close by-
Cat enters thru swinging door
A poo smell follows

The cheese that I eat
may smell of feet, but my feet
smell stronger than cheese.

Hello? Where am I?
Is there anybody there?
What is going on?

Bad experience.
Don

Shoot the monkeys first
Ask questions later when dead.
The plant is brown. Water?

oh the grind of work
the insane is now normal
when did this happen?

We are watching you.
Don't touch your television.
We will not be pleased.

Deprived of sunlight
but still glowing greenish-blue,
humming constantly.

Wish I was a tree.
Bendy, bendy in the breeze.
Birdies sit on me.

Smash your television
The monkeys will be watching.
All bliss is fleeting.

Alone in my room,
haikus send me messages.
I nod and agree.

Rocking back and forth
can be very comforting.
I stare and I smile.

Her head in my hands.
One last time, while she

looking at ma sis
goddam neighbor, shoot his dog
I saw her first, boy.

Sleeping in the park.
I need some beer and a wash.
Getting haiku first.

rappers, hillbillies,
disillusioned lunatics,
beastiality

sittin on a log
dreamin bout ma lil sister,
pickin ma banjo.

Chattering squirrel
Fat upward-looking feline
Falling nut inflames

Anger management
Zoloft, Prozac, exercise
Fresh outside air. Chill.

Ive appologized to myself.
visits here have become a walk in the dump.

Christ what awful crap
You little dick, in your face
Your Bad, as in stinks

discontinuous
is where you is whereas i
don't get off with this

haiku rap is where
you be but cutting lines ain't
pure haiku to me

(but i accept that it IS bad)

diff'rent styles, hey face
we rhyme in a diff'rent place
i admire your pace

My wet tongue running
down past the root of her tail
to taste her juices.

now once again...I
leave this place...girlies sittin'
on my smilin' face

other funky dudes
thought they were cool; they can't stop
my rhymin' Haiku
>
so if you see me
strolling your street, boogie down
to my Haiku beat
>
now my tool starts to
harden, I'll go fertilize,
some girlies' gardens
>
every chick that's had
my hard tool, is gonna send
yours back...to grade school

wait on you to make
your rhymes good like mine, we
don't have....that much time
>
so girlies jump up,
feel the tingle, rock on to
my Haiku jingle
>
imitators like
to cop my thing, but chicks know
best, who's got the bling
>
I will have girlies
skippin' school, making other
poets look like fools

In your face Haiku
is back in town, girlies get
set to get on down
>
all girlies know that
next to me, others write lame
Haiku poetry
>
English dude says to
"Release the hounds," my talent
grows, beyond all bounds
>
girlies grind to the
words I say, want my sexin'
all...the live long day

Horns caught in the fence.
Bleating, unable to move.
Can

go the beast master
you bring out the animal
and then you use it

you say when you rhyme
that it's the best of all time
but i'm more sublime

self professed talent
isn't so much in my face
as up his own arse

Inside my sister,
I

No bath in three months,
I lie here and marinade
in my own fluids.

The wings flap as I
push my inches into her.
Eggs break, yolk oozes.

Oh! That feels so good!
This chick is all over me.
She makes my cock crow.

Now my rhymins' done
for today. Chicks say: "Please come
back and make our day"

copying my rhymes
is so lame, only do it
cuz you got no game

5 1 3 6 2
1 2 3 2 3 1 5
3 6 3 1 4

3 4 1 5 3
is mine, you know it, because
it's a master rhyme

Every chick that's had
my hard member, will mark you:
"Return to sender"

struggle to copy
my word play, what is up the
ass of Tina Fey?

her thirst for juice: high
teeth nibbled along my thigh
soft wet lips, oh my!