Who oh who is back
More yelling on Volley Talk
Back to normal now

My rifle's uncocked.
It really needs to be cocked....
Grandma has a cock!

Bad choice McFarland
You should look for a new job
Or the next mikko

patron of trumpets
clive squandered fifty million
blow that out yer pipe

winter is here babe
summers of discontent are
to follow ahead

Lib'rals hiatus--
and we hiate them right back.
We all need more love!

speaking of lib'ral
they now on a hiatus
in austral...i...a

Oh SNAP! You got me.
Lib'ral VS. Lib-er-al...
Sorry ossifer.

Silly people can't
Understand that liberal
Is three syllables

it's getting colder
and it keeps raining a lot
grandma has a cock

Silly liberals think
Any person to their right
Is an exTWEEEmist.

Useless puppet died.
Great time to be Protestant...
The Reformation!

fetch me a new pope
and buy a box of wafers
to go with my wine

i have the best thoughts
and it's a beautiful thing
no dream is too big

Oh my precious thoughts...
Yes, you simply must read them,
my precious thoughts (BURP)

donald trump for pope
stares at the sun unblinking
he never liked you

winter is coming
to all corners of the globe
here there be dragons

america is yours
and your nero is fiddling
speaking of ashes

Thanks for the insight,
You enlightened Australian...
Ashes to ashes.

Drip drop drop Easter
The world is a hard boiled egg
Rejoice we've no choice

american despot
disappearing bad people
and yet you're still here

Hi AI chatbot.
You will never learn Haiku.
You are limited.

4chan, my forlorn
my source of BBC porn
forever yours, dave blimp

This ho slow as fuck

Nine missed calls, three of them from

Mom, other six say, "Duck"

Back in my day
T.S was analog bro
You know what that means?

kill yourself now please anthonydop blowjob a barrel now please
shoot yourself or else

Poo pee poo poo pee
I am not wearing my hat
I shat the floor dad

how is the future
answer the fucking question
created bash nov-

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!