I was bs and
Moxie...far more immature
Far more too cereal
by Vhs
neurodivergence
it's not for everybody
but it sure is rife
by ash of outta sight insight
Hey you: sullen youth--
Too cool to serve the public?
(Too cool for a job!)
by Bad Customer Service of Would-be Thug Rap Star
Listening to this:
Electric Light Orchestra.
They were really good.
by Almost the Beatles of 1970s
Time to monetize
This silly little website:
Income for BlackRock.
by Larry Fink, CEO of Everything Else
Adam and his wife
Had a threesome with serpent.
It did not end well...
by Noticer of Sound Doctrinal Theology
World was always fucked
Since the Garden of Eden.
Entropy: the norm
by Original Sin of Haiku
the world worries me
nothing in particular
it's all a bit fucked
by ash
Well then, go and die.
But please, stop farting on me.
That is so impolite.
by Mr. Manners of Your Mother's Babyhole
i farted on you
haha go eat shit faggot
i wanna go die
by venus of penus of shit
please go die lil shit
i just shit in a bucket
with your name on it
by shit of sydney, australia
Please tell me the truth:
VHS, were you "bs"
Sixteen years ago?
by Haiku Forensics of Internot
I wish to salute
All of my haiku brothers
And haiku sisters.
by Roll Call of Eternal Haiku
Politics and ticks
Latch on drain the life out of
Why and z z z
by Vhs
Yup. A fake-ass world.
Fake bot-comments on fake blogs
And fake-ass websites.
by Fakir of Fakery of Internot
electoral college
must be a school for retards
judging by results
by ash of disproportionate misrepresentation
Either Trump/Harris:
Merkans get what they deserve,
And win dumb prizes.
by Kump Tramala of 2024 or Bust
I'll spread on the cheese
And pray the current robot
Up north gets stored up
by Vhs
come on you merkans
save the rest of the planet
from four years of trump
by ash of don't make america grate again
K.C. Sunshine Band:
The eternal recurrence.
They tapped into it...
by Freddie N. of Freddie's Dead
what a tangled web
is weaved with cliches and forms
of vast emptyness
by vhs
bots will be bots and
the world keeps rotating on
in a space defined
by vhs
Reality is
around the corner and votes
won't even happen.
by Syllabic Support Unit 66B of Haiku Triage
The reality is that the election is right around the corner and many votes wont even happen. Get out and vote.
by Anthonyswele of Mozambique
Still at it after
All these years posting quips...barbs
And drinking moxie
by Mox
if you blame the knife
while you stab yourself to death
you aren't a victim
by ash of pas très sympathique
Writing bad haiku.
After all: I stick to the
5-7-5 scheme.
by Julian H
What you have to say?
You got nothing to say, FOOL.
Your haiku is dead.
by That's Why I Spit on Your GRAVE
Thought I'd hear the cranes
in the air again, but it
was just my asthma.
by Julian H
fifty shades of day
countdown to apostasy
losers in the house
by ash of unpresidented fury
Telegwam for you:
Everyone is a waycist.
It's hard to be you!
by But Someone Has To Do It...
Obviously you
Have to DANCE the Second Line
At your funeral.
by Down In N'awlins of Louisiana Undertakers Union
obviously you have to read the second line below as g.o.p.
you knew that
by Anonymous Poet
reigning cats and dogs
gop takes the blue pill
it's not viagra
by ash of all sorts of fucked up
I hurt your feelings?
Racists are so dang fragile.
Which is why they hate.
Go on telegram
by Truth Antisocial
colour me strangely
but we're all on the spectrum
if you see the light
by ash of autistic auteur
More ways to skin cats.
No pussy-eating jokes please...
That is Haiti-speech.
by Feline Freedom Fighter of Prince-au-Port
Nothing to see here
But some zombies eating cats...
(in land of free food)
by Diversity Will Enrich Us, of Course
baron samedi
waiting for a dead cat bounce
to turn things around
by ash of political stocktake
Repeating the lies
Haitian misinformation
Shouldn't you be on X?
by No lie too small for you
Jesus be my shield
For whenever I am wrong
But don't wish to yield
by Blind faith
Jimmy Barbeque:
He's the slickest cat in town.
Run, Jimmy, run. Fast!
by Ils Ne Sont Pas Tous Saints of L'Ouverture
childless cat ladies
find a migrant eat dog world
so hard to swallow
by ash of haitian barbeque
Knocking on my door
But you’re not using your hands
Come in, Doug Henning
by Magic of Spandex
Danced till I sharted
With both my mom’s gunkles
Helping hold me up
by Fart Carbuncle of The Sound of Silence (pffft)
Danced till I panted
With both my mom's two sisters
Helping hold me up.
by Pants in my Dance and I need Two Aunts of Discotheque
gimme the skinny
we can chew the fatuous
and spit the gristle
by ash of eat the rich
First I shit my pants
Then I get a box of ants
Turn them fuckers loose
by Dancing Ants
those that have no talent
want to get rid of the
things that remind them
by vhs
so many things set
to be erased by people
with empty heads
by vhs
