George W porked
his friends. and his enemies
dick cheney for sure.

I paid my taxes
Hope W. can spend it
on pork for his friends

Goo the Pee hog, lick
on alen and Eve, then lick
the pus vents maget

shitting. It's fine with me.
And no matter what
anyone says, I'm a cocksucker.

Just so you know.

wants to post under my
name, It's OK with me.
Go ahead. Write about

But uneducated as
I am, and chickenshit as
I am, I do them. If anybody

If I wasn't such a
chickenshit motherfucker
I wouldn't do these things.

Shit! I am busted!
I posted 9 2 7 5.
Turnabout, fair play.

this is really good
bad haiku. who invended
this wild haiku?

anarchy chaos
lawlessness and anomie
haiku disorder

sad sad sad sad sad
sad sad sad sad sad sad sad
sad sad but funny

dear departed wife
the rough hole in your headstone
has chafed my penis

this is strong stuff, now.
not like a baby would do.
fries just won't stand up.

Move over, Jesus...
all hail the king of the juice!
You want fries with that?

Oh.. the juice is loose
Now that's a mental image
I could live without

No, not like taffy.
It has more nose. Maybe
just a hint of fruit.

Your adult diapers!
What horrid stench this way comes...
it's not like taffy

Yablonski's daughter
another unknown murder
u. s. policies.

anal retention
violent passivity...
which side are you on?

solve yer own problems
save the Earth; the good'll take
a liking to ya!

all apE-MAN says in
9-2-9-3 he whines to
his mommy...wah, WAH!

when boo talks ass 'low
it's ap's ass he really shows
I know, now you know

strong shit spray rebounds
paints my ass fragrently brown.
mommy wipes my ass!

life's too serious
all the humour has vanished...
gary larson - come back

windows 2000
ate up all my memory!
forgot your birthday...

salvation for all!
fingerfood has awoken
more bad haiku flows

somnolent poets
or absent inspiration?
mommy wipes my ass.

you can count on it
count me in for the census
you can't count me out

no don't count on me
no accounting where I'll be
I have six senses

Girl leaves boy for me
But now she doesn't know
I am in trouble now.

gender confused, this
bitter skydiving baboon.
Mommy wipes its ass.

we are the good guys
america, israel
what do you mean, no?

upcoming census
cross your hearts and hope to die
hands up all jedi

Oooo, I made forever
over for them, for you, Jesus.
now do your stuff, stuff me!

6-8-6: sex-ate-sex

ignore them Jesus
they know not wh- or anything
for that matter... jerks!

jerks for Jesus

from today until
forever, haiku ends
"mommy wipes my ass"

Hey! You! Galilee!
Puhleeze give me some more
perfect bad haiku.

dorothy parker
has left the building. resume
your declination.

Shit crust on scrotum!
Popping pustule drainage!
Mommy wipes my ass.

greivous injury!
who molests contemplation?
eruidition?

the universe is
a sphere... all center lacking
for circumference

fat ap hates fat ap
there I fed it as shit to
self - self you're zapped, Z-ap

can't walk on water.
I keep sinking since I got
these holes in my feet.

fat chickenshit trout
rises predictable to
the hook! a baBOOn!

bitter haiku may
lift karmic revelation
like so many skirts

mine better than here
and as the year gets into
gear, you're in your blear

ap so ape; an ape's
ap-hole is apt to hold a
pregnant paw, ahhhh, so.

Haiku baBOOn bait.
Come 'n get it! Bad haiku!
None better than here.

French fried asshole!
Hold the jalapenos, please.
Preparation H.

Corn. Yes, there's corn here.
Contrast of color, texture.
Aroma sublime!

Peristaltic pause.
Waves form, pressure increases!
Rocket shit to moon!