Free root canals from
my robot proctologist
make me have bad breath.

My robot dentist
Offers free rectal exams
Makes me so happy

Here, I'll hold your balls
You concentrate on coughing
(Robot malfunctions)

Screams and clunking sounds
Robot Physician death grip
Uprooted penis

you know i stuck here
for the argument and to
be accepted then.

i sort of moved on
like establishing closure
over internet, stuff

I would hang myself
if I could transmit the smell
of post-mortem poo.

To think, posting farts
as easy as posting this.
Metaverse awaits!

Black bean and brown rice.
Spicy garlic tuna eggs.
Can I share with you?

The farts, not the food.
VR smell simulator.
Come to my "meta".

I love the future.
Computers will think for us.
We write fart poems.

As we vegetate
computers decide our fate.
It's the beans I ate.

Corona virus?!
Escape with VR headset.
Order beans online.

A tube's in my ass.
It's sucking out all my gas.
Powers my PC.

It's karaoke.
That means: it's KARA, o.k.?
So step up and SING.

Miniscule haiku,
Intense and MASSIVE impact:
My five-seven-five.

The electric ass
Roasts your baloney like fries
And chairs your weiner.

It's call and response.
African call and response.
That's what it is, Lord.

Elves live in my brain.
They all had diarrhea.
This haiku came out.

Darth, should I watch the new South Park?

After I wrote this
I wiped hard seventeen times
but it's still dirty.

The electric chair
fries your ass like baloney
and roasts your weiner

Moxie, you know what?
You are way too sensitive.
But prolly good guy.

I can suggests to
visit to you a site which
are many question.

Your haiku are bad.
Your testicles are rancid.
You're a samurai.

Ahem: Breeze of dusk
Pale lotus floats below bridge.
Shrine lanterns lit. Burp.

But seriously,
Haiku's unsustainable;
Releases methane.

Hey Greta Thunberg:
your haiku is APPALLING.
Take a fucking walk.

Oh sire, dark tidings:
the foe is now at our gate
and wants ta git DOWN.

Ah caint git enuf
of that funky stuff. Well well.
Oh yaas chile. Funkay.

Now haiku rages.
Now I'm a desperate poet.
Now I vomit verse.

I'm a get DOWN now.
ALL the way down. The boogie.
Don't fall off your shoes.

Ungh! Jungle boogie.
Hah! I gots to git down. Unh!
Ha! Shake it around.

Yo, it's Ladies Night!
as in "for women - not men".
Greta: "How DARE you".

I am Tom Bosley.
You, as well, are Tom Bosely.
In Tom, we are one.

Oh Joy! Haiku love
Is dripping all over me.
I might need a towel...

Yay! It's a new day !
To say "hey", to play, and pray
that Darth would stay gay.

Anthony Weiner:
Got roasted by a laptop
Between Huma's buns.

The electric chair
fries your ass like baloney
and roasts your weiner

None of this matters
Why do we even bother?
Tom Bosley's penis

None of this matters
why do we even bother
Tom Bosley's penis

That Merri Clayton.
Sang so hard she miscarried.
She needed shelter.

Came out from closet
The 1.69 Gaycraft
In this date, it's cool.

Came out days ago
The 1.18 Minecraft
Update and it's cool

Back-end dream catcher
Charcoal infused underwear
You'll be popular!

Discord and chaos.
Imperfect vulgarities.
Megs are not dinos.

Except Meg Ryan.
She's a Bangajoosipus.
I would dig her bones.

Megalodon dung
steaming like Christmas pudding
Get figgywith it!

Have you ever thought
about the experience
of stepping in shit?

If you know the word
'deplorable,' then you are
not a hillbilly.

I'm jest a old DUNCE.
Dee-plorable hillbilly.
That shore is ME. Burppp . . .

The phaseless peasant is peed to crotch ({!})

The crotchless pheasant, is phased to pee >:-(

The matchless phrase, is pleasant to me :)

Don't play out of tune.
But would you go to the moon
for a Lorna Doone?

If you lift your kilt
I'll play a little number
on your old bagpipes

Would you let me walk
across your kitchen table
like the cats in France?

Kidnap rich children?
Sell nuns' blood to satanists?
Onling Zoom classes?

Oh, here's a good one:
Catnip fragrance cat litter.
But will you use it?