Potato hard on
Ejaculating Spud
Potato stick spew

Everlasting Fart
Dense cloud hovering, drone like
Mission Accomplished

Crumble stale Cheeto
Defective and past shelf life
Bloated, racist pig

Here lies Swollen Gland
Buried with his dick in hand
Death Boner unplanned

Only Indians
are truly spiritual.
We white men are not.

Standing on the corpse
Activated ding dong nerve
Funeral postponed

Shogun of hung low
Lost his danoinks with one blow
From the Blunderbuss

I stand on your corpse.
I write Haiku epitaphs.
Your cadaver grins.

Deranged by Donald
It's now a global symptom:
orange harbinger...

Lord Cheeto rises,
shining, resplendent, orange.
Bow ye before him.

Oh such Haiku crimes;
defiling a pristine form.
Basho-san vomits

Ok, so I lied
The moment you fell asleep
I took out my knife

I'll watch over you
All night while you're sleeping, friend
I won't touch your dink

In the Instant Pot
The severed head of Braydon
The Target Cashier

Police at your door
Invest in a pet grizzly
Glaze doughnuts with bleach

Clean Asshole Award
I would win that. Hands down(pants)
Fingernails B. Brown

Holey Communion
Saw the priest's dink hanging out
Get a sewing kit!

Dead Reawaken
They moonwalk and twerk. So evil!
Turn off the music

Something in the air
Artisan cheese. Midget owned.
Fromunda their balls.

Starkitten had wit.
Darth Figpucker stinks of shit.
The dude from Maine split (?)

GOVERNMENT SHUT-DOWN!
I'm so frightened. God I'm scared.
Lord Cheeto, help us.

Home Economics
I

Bright lights of spring:
nothing to do. But darn, dad
deep throat your OWN socks...

Dark nights of winter
Nothing to do but darn socks
And deep throat your Dad

Is Starkitten real?
A librarian? Really?
I never knew that

Greasy big old balls
No, I don't want to touch them
They really stink bad

I'm a fig picker
Got sticky brown fingernails
I pick the best figs

Numerology
Sitting on the toilet:2
Edge of the bed:69

I'll never win it
The Clean Fingernails Award
I pick my asshole

Syllable Sybil
All my personalities
Damn, they're all poets

Honshu Librarian
Please don't shush me this morning
Bad sushi farts today

Compulsive this is.
Type and type and type and type.
say hi to Yoda

Back to Genesis
(as in P-orridge). That thing
is so pathetic.

What the hell became
of that crazed librarian
name of StarKitten?

REACT you bitches.
Type something NOW. Get moving,
reactionaries.

Seriously what
is wrong with the Japanese?
They need Jesus Christ !

They did deserve it.
Both Fat Man and Little boy.
I'm part Jap. Eat me.

Kamikaze beer
wriggling tentacle skewered
Hell: Japanese bar

Shoppingu-sentah
Aisu-krimu sandu-witch
Robotic Gul-friend

Haiku lifts our souls
to views beyond the village:
distant Fuji. (FART)

Oh, for poetry
that sings of skidmarks and farts
Write on, Figpucker

What not to wear, dude
Loose wrinkled beige kimono
Kimono? I'm nude!

Kangaroo dung pile
Oddly enough, dung has pouch
Containing more dung

Frozen beard bristles
Oceanic Explosion
Arctic Iceberg Wank

Smelly deep knee bends
Consult your physician first
Low tide aerobics

The old lady smell
Just like a slap in the face
At the fish market

Washcloth on a stick
Reach around to scour my ass
My thoughts turn to you

Salty human flesh
Stringy and mostly tasteless
Roll you in Panko

Look for the wet spot
But it

Food was delivered
Foot Longpig Sandwiches
Ate UberEats guy

What if I told you
The secret to poetry
Lies in your own farts