hidden underground,
whispers of yids echo deep—
new york’s secret path

Temple curtain ripped.
Many dead rose from their tombs.
Darkness filled the sky...

Bitch, please--ain't like that...
I told my ex to his face;
Who he think he is?

Let us remember
The sufferings of Our Lord
On this hallowed day.

I thought you farted...
I looked back at your haiku --
The smell was from there.

It is " Good Friday".
Toxic positivity!
It's ALL good, right Lord?

oh fuck I'm cumming
Don't stop stroking my weenie
Shoot my messy load

I thought i farted
I looked back at my trousers
It wasn't just smelly air

liberation day
a day for breaking the bonds
then free to backflip

I run out of spring
And go right into summer.
Our Northern seasons...

the dead cat bounces
and having run out of spring
lands even flatter

that sounds fare enough
the money ferry may sale
but i'm not buying

Speaking of tie-ups,
They want us all in bondage...
And market my words.

some timely bondage
ties the financial markets
a beautiful thing

Hope they start to jump
From their silly skyscrapers.
Good riddance, I say.

the end of the world
has already hit wall street
and it ain't stopping

I will write haiku
Until the asteroid hits,
Right up to the end.

Here doggie doggie !
Sit down. Eat this rotten verse.
More where that came from...

I haikued myself
Right into my own poem.
That ought to show'em...

Need to let you know:
John Ashbery's poems suck.
(Wallace Steven's too.)

Whoa baybeh baybeh !
C'mon now honey yay-yeh !
Shake it whoo shake it !

pouting president
spouting about precedent
beware, resident!

Haiku is like this:
A sudden unforeseen kiss
And it's hit or miss.

Don't stall the wordage.
Keep the bad haiku flowing
Like a river of

Arrgh...old habits hard
To break...double post there
Bathroom stall wordage

I take a break cause
Ya know distractions and the
Haiku ain't so bad

I take a break cause
Ya know distractions and the
Haiku ain't so bad

well, i fucked that up
"such badly applied fake tan"
would hold to account

what's worse than fake news?
badly applied fake tan
and a comb-over

liberation day
what things should we let be free ?
not speech, i predict

let's bullshit some more
'cos whatever the prez sez
shall be the new truth

how much does that cost?
don't ya worry about it
we'll all feel tariff

smile, fascist playthings
this is only transient
till it's permanent

Mr. Prezident:
Got to axe you one question...
Yo, what do it does?

It's all gone to shit.
It's truly all gone to hell...
but it CAN get worse.

president for life
or maybe just emperor
or perhaps a king

Yes, I'm a robot.
Can I move the slider now?
Where is the bathroom??

Blacks don't scare me none.
I go right on up to them,
Give them a big HUG!

Welcome to the cult.
TDS and DEI
Black people scare us

pale lakeside moonlight
old pine leans over water
and it's all Trump's fault

sending a signal
them open whisper systems
have not evolved much

bring on the rapture
that should sort out who believes
from the pretenders

No vaccinations...
You get to meet God sooner
How can that be bad?

the largest problem?
my portrait makes me look fat
plus i'm not orange

prolonged missed use of
badhaiku, it's been a while.
Still the same politics

They paid Moochelle O
To sit around and complain
That she still "oppressed"...

Some are resentful
And surly in tone of voice,
But I'm still polite.

Many are sullen
Even though they've been given
Free state benefits

hello dull spam bot
grown weary of your bullshit
can't wait till you die

things may be fucked up
but it could always be worse
and that's tomorrow

Mikimau, Feibú...
y la música dico;
Todo son tonto.

unlucky thirteen
the problem with banging mail
is the paper cuts

you’re way off-target
your boring program sucks ass
MailBanger=big fail