I'll spread on the cheese
And pray the current robot
Up north gets stored up

come on you merkans
save the rest of the planet
from four years of trump

K.C. Sunshine Band:
The eternal recurrence.
They tapped into it...

what a tangled web
is weaved with cliches and forms
of vast emptyness

bots will be bots and
the world keeps rotating on
in a space defined

Reality is
around the corner and votes
won't even happen.

The reality is that the election is right around the corner and many votes wont even happen. Get out and vote.

Still at it after
All these years posting quips...barbs
And drinking moxie

if you blame the knife
while you stab yourself to death
you aren't a victim

Writing bad haiku.
After all: I stick to the
5-7-5 scheme.

What you have to say?
You got nothing to say, FOOL.
Your haiku is dead.

Thought I'd hear the cranes
in the air again, but it
was just my asthma.

fifty shades of day
countdown to apostasy
losers in the house

Telegwam for you:
Everyone is a waycist.
It's hard to be you!

Obviously you
Have to DANCE the Second Line
At your funeral.

obviously you have to read the second line below as g.o.p.
you knew that

reigning cats and dogs
gop takes the blue pill
it's not viagra

I hurt your feelings?
Racists are so dang fragile.
Which is why they hate.
Go on telegram

colour me strangely
but we're all on the spectrum
if you see the light

More ways to skin cats.
No pussy-eating jokes please...
That is Haiti-speech.

Nothing to see here
But some zombies eating cats...
(in land of free food)

baron samedi
waiting for a dead cat bounce
to turn things around

Repeating the lies
Haitian misinformation
Shouldn't you be on X?

Jesus be my shield
For whenever I am wrong
But don't wish to yield

Jimmy Barbeque:
He's the slickest cat in town.
Run, Jimmy, run. Fast!

childless cat ladies
find a migrant eat dog world
so hard to swallow

Knocking on my door
But you’re not using your hands
Come in, Doug Henning

Danced till I sharted
With both my mom’s gunkles
Helping hold me up

Danced till I panted
With both my mom's two sisters
Helping hold me up.

gimme the skinny
we can chew the fatuous
and spit the gristle

First I shit my pants
Then I get a box of ants
Turn them fuckers loose

those that have no talent
want to get rid of the
things that remind them

so many things set
to be erased by people
with empty heads

what got lost in a
world thinks too literarly
no backbone to be?

A scoop of hot poop
I will put into your soup
Tom Bosley's penis

Grandma won a watch
For her half-cocked haiku verse.
Grandma has a clock

grandma knows her tools
bought his prize for chicken feed
boner-fide bargain

Cooped up here in this
Henpecking matriarchy,
Grandcock has a ma.

Hochh ptooey and spit.
Hock a huge loogie at you.
Expectorate this.

Hawk tuah and off-brand
body moisturizer cream
Grandma has a cock

more than that single
so listen to "the work song"
and appreciate

Midnight: oasis
Please send your camels to bed.
Shadows paint faces...

Existential threads.
Have been replaced by bitchy
Mad literalists

light up your camels
new dawn at the oasis
definitely so

Hey you, A.I. bot:
See if you can write haiku.
Yes. That's what I thought...

This dark lake landscape...
Chopin piano music...
Losing it again.

The reality is that the election is right around the corner and many votes wont even happen. Get out and vote.

If you use quartet
As a word in haiku have.
I brubecked it out?

I brewed up some Beck
All of the yardbirds took flight
Train kept a-rollin'

after i took five
listened to four thirty-three
turned up really loud