Maria used to
say, "Not my pig, not my farm,"
When she had this job.
by ferret70 of chicago
"don't ask me, lady.
i live in beer." goats dot com -
want to be Toothgnip
by ferret70 of chicago
Geometric joy.
precise lines scar the cd.
thanks, paper shredder.
by ferret70 of chicago
Blood on the keyboard.
Slow tide of life ebbs like the
Chicago River
by ferret70 of chicago
I live my life like
there's no tomorrow, all I
got, I had to steal
by Saint
"Private Haiku!" "Sir!"
"Drop and give me twenty, NOW!"
Discipline Haiku!
by ferret70 of chicago
"left good job in the
city; workin for the man
every night and day."
by ferret70 of chicago
when haiku goes bad,
it dances in a subway
station, grabbing crotch
by ferret70 of chicago
You can send me a
private haiku if you like
search for my e-mail
by Saint
when haiku goes bad
all the other poems take
on that funky taste
by ferret70 of chicago
when haiku goes bad
it robs the other poems
with a gatling gun
by ferret70 of chicago
fate determined now.
I will not be scoring in
two thousand and one
by Saint
8912 and 8914 are
not mine and I refuse to play
this game if posers are going
to use my goddamn handle
fuck five seven five I'm pissed!!!!
by Windsong
accomplishment stalled.
know what should be done right now.
want to run outside.
by ferret70 of chicago
It matters not what
I posses, a bulldogs ass
will win every time.
by Saint
"and no one heard at
all; not even the chair." Did
that surprise you, Neil?
by ferret70 of chicago
"I know a girl, and
they call her macarena."
drive this from my head!
by ferret70 of chicago
"bingo, bangle, bungle,
I'm so happy in the jungle;
I refuse to go..."
by boola
"here i go; i'm on
the road again; there i go;
I'm up on the stage"
by ferret70 of chicago
Is it hard to find
shoes to fit those too many
of your big, square feet?!
by Windsong
"let's bungle in the
jungle; that's all right by me."
leaves drip soft sad pain
by ferret70 of chicago
Is it hard to find
shoes to fit those too many
of your big square feet?!
by Windsong
and from time to time
i have to whine about that
convertible could-have.
by ferret70 of chicago
Wherever L R
Lives now, I think about her
At least once a week.
by ferret70 of chicago
13 years it's been.
Still amazed at all the crap
I would have been spared.
by ferret70 of chicago
this response is late:
"pr0n" is slang for porn, you see
i 5p34k m4d l33t y0
by furthur8
lovely flowers come
give eyes something closer to
imagination
by Miss Everything
for oblivious,
can't top a teenage bookworm
on his way to work.
by ferret70 of chicago
for oblivious,
can't top a teenage bookworm
on his way to work.
by ferret70 of chicago
Fall of '87
too damn dumb to notice she
was hitting on me.
by ferret70 of chicago
I should have got in
L. R's convertible when
she offered a ride.
by ferret70 of chicago
Wind - I have a house
twenty four hundred square feet
and just me lives there.
by Saint
adding insult to
ignorance as a book to
a cover - unreviewed
by quasimodo
I heard the egos
take the money and hum: you
will do as they say
by quasimodo
Spring' warm loving kiss
Incites the crowds to wander.
I'm still stuck in here.
by ferret70 of chicago
twat-whistle and shaint,
geronimo haunts the wide
world outside your ass
by quasimodo
power play, power
PAY - squawkin' politicos
hot after money
by quasimodo
competing with the
birth-defects in Sanders, this
myopic clique scores
by quasimodo
Wow -- a bulldog's ass?
I'm getting extremely hot.
"Here, doggy....come here..."
by Windsong
I sense a coming
reference to a rhyme about
granny's cock or two...
by spooooon!
How bad am I you
ask? Even eighty year old
prostitutes decline.
by Saint
Woman ask themselves
A bulldogs ass? or Saint? They
choose the bulldogs ass!
by Saint
Who would be looking?
It would be pure tongue action
and a sense of touch.
by Windsong
I am the poster
boy for getting cosmetic
surgery performed
by Saint
Windsong, been drinking?
No one offers to go down
after seeing me.
by Saint
Pot? Saint? Did you say
pot? If I go down on you,
will you share the pot?
by Windsong
Can I be "Haiku"
I've been very bad today
Spank me hard Windsong
by Saint
"BAD haiku! Bad, BAD!
That's very naughty, Haiku,
what you just did. BAD."
by Windsong
Hey, what's your vector,
Victor, I picked a bad day
to quit smokin pot.
by Saint
They aren't as good, Saint
And stop calling me Shirley
-an "Airplane" tribute
by spooon
