five seven, five sev
en, fiver, seven, fiver
nine, twelve, fifteen, two

I don't wear a beret
Goodwill might have one
They can have it
Old Duke and Bowflex
Thanks Jimmy

Can you eat mimes?
Or is it that they're easy prey
And everyone mocks them
Probably

Being different is not bad
Don't think that young man
Maybe Mussolini took over
He didn't last, I won't either

Well, my tree is unclean
Bible says time to chop me down
and burn me

The social is often
misunderstood. I look down on it
as below me

But to play, I need
to know it. That way I can
play, but, make anew.

Anger is this blighter
It turns men into beasts
Must be rabies now...

Ignore grandma's cock

If I can't do "real art..."
Then let's see some then
You're all talking, where's the beef

Let me write here.
Some girl can tell me to sod off
Someone else can tell me to leave
Sod off

Wanking is an exit
for the lost, who best said nothing
There is no drivel, only Zuul

Who killed Socrates?
But I'm not smart enough for
Hemlock. Drowned in drivel.

Not bad, but didn't
Want a fight, if he goes away
Then, where else does he?

churlish blighter here.
misunderstood? i think not.
moxie has no cock.

intellectual
insults? ignore the bastard.
maybe he'll just leave.

it's Mellie here
that belle lettres cannot spell
gave me bum steer

(dribble blubber bumma .......)

procrastionation
a mindless masturbation
let's do it baby

(ad libitum is my *bon or bob mot*...who's the agent provocateur?......auto da fe ......bete noire.....)

"i do this and that...
you are diffrent and that's bad"
go fuck yourself man
(i'm not you)

everyone is nuts
i have my problems, you yours
fire makes me go stiff

5-7-5 such rules
insignificant zenism
haiku is brain porn

let's face it baby
intellectualisation
is a mind wanking

(add your own choice of other 'bon mot" here, and then apologise for going on, then drivel on some more even.....)

Strateigerizing
is down right defunctable
let's poeticise!

5-7-5 law
One who 'Mox' Haiku form is
like a talking mime

the damp sheets are cool
his large hands remember her
curves and tender flesh

parrot head sinking
bubbles follow vee ripple
silent dinosaur

camoflagued drivel
dribbles down to the lowest
ear in the asshole

suffering artist
misunderstood brooding soul
sod off smartly now

holy art thou mox
wholly unholy your ART
your berret's too tight

Then, I must learn
How to fool you to think
My drivel is what you want

Poetry can be blood
ego, soul, id, all spilled
this is why you fight so deeply

In Hadrit Ray movie
threw his writings to their death
to find life in himself

"Those who lose their lives shall find them, those that seek them shall be lost..."

It is like a slice
on the wrist or orange? still
One is sweet, I want...

I can count indeed
I don't want to at times so
that was a zen speak

Art is all too often compromise for those who would kill for taste's sake.

I should have left here
Thirty minutes ago, but
badhaiku magnet

I ran over a
mime once. He had white gloves and
was waiving at cars

I had a nightmare
about a mime with a case
of constipation

Grandma with the cock,
let me introduce you to
my friend... He's a mime!

when we reach Ten Thou
we'll still have One Thou to go
cuz of those that weren't

actually haiku, know what I mean?
and don't count the ten
Great haiku some of youse
snook in here, damn ya!

One bad Haiku is
worth a thousand turds. Here is
my magnum opus!

http://www.badhaiku.com/default.asp?intLastRec=8530

Truly great this one
The boldness of enterprise
Is admirable

We're in the home stretch
Slowly but methodically
To ten thousand posts

Aaah, the good old days
Haiku about smoking pot
Does my mind quite well

"doguthu ugu"
a voice from a magic land,
"live long, scrape much resin"

content with the flame
blithe in the red burning bowl
happy with my lot
(happy with my pot)

hair on everything
black hair covers white laundry
ack! i hate my cat!

Bleary eyed at daw
dew settles on the cool grass
cat wants out again

Everything makes sense
all the logic of the world
load another bowl

seeking artistic
recognition here? oh boy.
grandma has a cock

I lost a button
hole on my white shirt today--
Ha, made in China

Lying Peacefully
contemplating existance
still in my bath robe

in the park

It is so peaceful
the old people, the lovers
daisies on the grass

young children play here
birds fly and cherp around me
wish i wasn't naked

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