Yup

takin' me a trip

tomorry 'bout 6 o'clock

see you sumbitches...

dos [equis] haiku.

ima kill the cold
with a heat knife in my hand
disney on ice....gone.

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pluto can suck it
like there is no tomorrow
just ask mickey mouse.

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they call ‘em ZZ

that lil’ ol’ band from Tejas...

fuckers used to rock

my friends all told me

somethin gonna change my life

brown sugar, baby

just got paid today

got a pocketful of change

just got paid today

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you cain’t haul vittles

down the internet highway

ya goddam idjit

*bill*

i, personally

have eat more puksy than ya’ll

more than there is. shit.

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vocabulary

is all fuckin’ good and shit

but words is better

i sent somebody

a fuckin’ haiku thingie

it weren’ you, were it?

bein’ in a ‘zine

gives me a big ol’ stiffy

for a breath or two

critiquing folk’s words

be tantamount to self-sex

write, motherfucker

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git yer big hair on

and let them kick drums bludgeon

the whole day away

culture of cowtown

is rapidly replaced by

culture of calschlock

sometimes september

sprinkles just enough rain down

for one more mowin’

fuck disappointment

fuck a buncha damn mistakes

and fuck perfection

retardulated haiku collaboration of stupids.

fresh baked shitsniffart
easily replicated
mediocrity.
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will rule the people
with their spin-doctored egos
strokin' their pussies.
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fuck them sumbitches
not just them, but us also
just scribble a line
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HAIKU.

ately I count the
syllables more than I ought.
fuck you, fake dada.

on crashing in front of house

tryin’ to outsmart
a fellar who shines with pain…
gawd, you’re dumbasses.

tards

there’s a tendency
to treat geniuses like dwarves
that’s what we’re about.

goot

shrimps is bad fer gout
so is red meat, beans, and beers
fuck abuncha gout.

random haiku #7

a poem, for me
is a story that's too short
to be a story

vocabinal skewl

vocabulary
is all fuckin good and shit
but words is better

kookakoo haiku

fake dada sometimes inspires me to write haiku, mainly to annoy him. I scribble ’em on little sticky notes. And now I typed ’em fer a bloggie. So there.

counting on fingers
that’s what haiku is about
fun, but annoying

snortin’ coke is bad
it makes my fuckin’ tongue numb
can’t taste my damn beers

haiku perfection
must take less than two minutes
otherwise fuck it

i once took a dump
in a box in the office
goddam shredded wheat

i squeeze the haiku
onto colored stick-it notes
pretty, counted, words

it takes a pussy
to be drunken and drive home
without BOTH eyes closed

don’t let the dark in
thru the open kitchen door
or grandma will freak

wrote me a haiku
sent it to ’haikus are us’
they snubbed my white ass

i spanked a monkey
and choked me a chicken, too
now I got a mess

fell into a ditch
found a cigarette butt there
damp fuck wouldn’t light

if skeeters kill me
that is the least they can do
for global warming

haiku teachers ought
to write some haiku and not
talk shit about it

romance is a game
not meant for the weak-hearted
love’s never painless

i’m done with asswipes
worn trips to the thesaurus
the life is down here

takin’ freakin’ tests
is retarded as it gets
pass, fail, nothin’ learnt

I found me a muse
funky algorhythmic stuff:
a pot-bellied pig

five syllables, eh?
fuck abuncha syllables
i’m goin’ to bed