Fixed income drove her
theft. Moon Cakes with extra cream.
Grandma has a cock

Fixed income drove her
theft. Moon Pies with extra cream.
Grandma has cock

First time shoplifting
The moon cakes are expensive
Shove them down your pants

The artist rests but
Only if in peace just mad
Empty suffering

Goodbye sweet angel

Art imitates life
But sheeple don’t want to know
Distracted by lies

They worship false stars
That influence their thinking
And lull them to sleep

They’ll never ask why
They’re too in love with the dream
They’d rather pretend

Live within a show
They obey their programming
Cursed television

Voluntarily
Under blind obedience
Admiring foes

That have enslaved them
They can’t tell the difference
Destroyed discernment

Out of convenience
Afraid of truth’s wilderness
They snooze through alarms

Falling for dark charms
Slaves to the hypnotism
Comatose zombies.

I feel like raimen
On to the next oh bent oh
I'd use a fork though.

I like you too, Ash
But I am more of a cat
Lyrically speaking

these verses are fine
dogs are not that discerning
they even like me

no-one is perfect
just be better when you can
because it's a start

details aside are
we still posting the loud part
spoken quietly?

BR549

You drive off the lot
Is there nothing like that smell
of a new haiku?

My head popped out on
A spring, cat played with it purring...
Boi oi oi oi oing

Will he won't he he
Forgot, he is a she then
Wild became insane

Ah, so there he is
That stupid motherfucker
What a fuckin' tool

What if it turns out
God is just a big old dink
Flapping in the wind

Haiku guides my steps:
Failing into the fullness
of my destiny

The Doctor is in!
Banish your low self esteem.
We’re all losers here

I write these poems
then I realize once more
that I am useless.

You write these poems
You say you’re a great poet
I believe you now

Faces change. It's strange...
Aging rock stars remember
And choose their coffins.

I'm happy to sit
To watch the clouds drift and change.
So . . . LET'S GO BRANDON!

Bad Haiku goes deep,
Down to the lowest level.
Figpucker digs it.

shine on, bad haiku !
quarter of a century
and never better

relic of the net
james interwebb telescope
to our distant past

go supernova
look deep into our black holes
see the stars twinkle

Adam sees Eve's dink.
They argue over pronouns . . .
Updated version

Fig leaf of Adam
falls gently and gracefully
Eve sees Adam’s dink

First leaf of autumn
Falls gently and gracefully:
Last days of July.

Is he a cyclops?
The eye of Tom Bosley’s cock
No! Just an old dick.

pudgy, pale soft boys
effeminate freaks, green hair
there's a lot these days

Wham bam thank u spam
Can't even syllabify
U dumb algorithm

New England matrons
Think they are such firebrands
But they're just old frumps.

Ezra got Pounded
By his own bad poetry
And Chineseries.

Ah, what a welcome.
I married a screech-machine.
And she turns me ON.

A sewage puddle
Surrounded by underwear.
Darth’s style….ITS STINKY!!

You actually
Cannot write haiku at all
You dull bot, you.

A sewage puddle
surrounded by tin-roof shacks.
Third-world. It's . . . VIBRANT.

Things are not so bad
Unless you live in Haiti
Forgot about that

I ask: “Who’s on first?”
Almost got to first base once.
(with Darth Figpucker)

Elvis is the king.
Velvet voice of Rock'nRoll:
Declan McManus

Jerry Lee Lewis...
His cousin Jimmy Swaggart.
So- what does this mean?

Overthinking it:
Mention old boomer movies...
Identify self.

Hiker in distress
“Coyote tried to blow me”
“Ran off with my dick!”

Henry Fonda’s corpse
lifts from the murky bottom
of this Golden Pond

Tickling the ivories
Tickling cousin clitoris
Jerry Lee Lewis

a piano falls into the old pond --
F-sharp Major

end of spring --
the moonlight dries my hair

Dead husband money
Some slip on banana peels
Some will fall of cliffs

Fuck that should have been
Man BOOBS, autocorrect sucks ass
Five more syllables

What about man books?
Sometimes unavoidable
Too much Del Taco

We need more DADS now!
Young men need a role model.
But no dads with tits...