Want to welcome me?
That's me yea Bob the Snob of
the internet's back!!

takes one to know one

fooled by Crane Technique
when he can just Sweep the Leg
fucking idiot

bad you say well then
an empty lazy world of
people who settle for less

you have to love it
in a world of transients
bad will persevere

Penis! Vagina!
Penis! Vagina! Penis!
Vagina! Penis!

Bye bye Bob the Snob!
Of the Internet! I'lltalk
Too you tomorrow!

L o l hey dude
talk in a haiku format
talk to you later

Yeah!
This beats facebook anyday!

L m a o cool
It's good to hear from you boy
E-mo-ma-li-mo

BOB!
I missed you too!

I'm back from the black
Did you miss me?

Wow I can't believe
This website is still working
I've not been here for so long!

My Penis
My Penis
My Penile Penis
Oh my!

The this that
I need to wear a hat. Because
My other one blew away
Into the land of The.

to be honest, some
people who speak ill if they
passed on, good riddance

but the lovely thing
is people die, as they must
and new blood takes place

I see the people
here like the drunks at the bar
the stranger comes in

out from the cold, and
the local switches a knife
and stabs without guilt

impermanent life
yet hearts intertwined cry out,
"our love forever!"

Morrissey was right
November spawned a monster
Grandma has a cock

well, the last poem
gives all new meaning to the
term, action painting

my cock is a brush
and your body-- the canvass
dip, drip, and splatter

great art is like that
of anything man will do
pick up a brush and

Partnered by the moon
weaving tangled soft shadows
We move as if one

your meaningful glance
and splash of sincerity
just evaded me

your aim not at fault
for i just have no faith left
for them to stick to

Through a glass lens eye
Camera sees us naked
alone vulnerable

lice--my new neighbors
their dingleberry diet
takes me by surprise

I asked the teacher
can I go to the bathroom?
but it was too late.

cocaine in the brain
the sting of anal fissures
i will turn you out

zippybody go back to
Smalltime Press
your rants will be more appreciated there.

the torrent of you
erodes the soft banks of me
torrents and torments

i walk through the mall
and see nothing that i want
the girls, though, are hot

something about that
old demon romance that brings
out devils in us all

one for the money
never mind that means nothing
i want to get laid

caught on a web cam
in a milano pensione
no words will explain

the charm of karen
belied the dark side shown in
her unsated lust

languid eyes speaking
forever and always come
come back tomorrow

letting the feelings
all out in one night, dread at
what has to be done

Slowly I gather you.
Softly floating I lead you.
My arms enfolding.

When the music stops.
You stay silent in my arms.
Eyes slowly open.

Your smile tells me all.
You're in Tango's magic place.
Only Tango knows.

four generations
celebrate ancestral links
sing out my name...JOY!

early-bird special
five o'clock meal and outside
a cackling raven

sixty-two rolls through
senior discounts no solace
for vast losses gained

homage to mother
I, your second-chance son
birthed this day long past

someone said that it's
the wiccan new year so let
the dead bury theirs

a bit of a lull
nobody seems creative
including myself

one can see beauty
in ruin but one can make
a ruin anew

the well is drying
the water can't cultivate
now, nothing grows here.

it's been a while and
to be at war looking back
with me is a waste

so fires are set and
the master unseen Satan
burns the souls, puppets

that artistic set
of minds seems also autistic
selfish, and dead