I'm analyzing
The why behind all of this
To make sense of trolls

It's about a sort
Of control of narrative
Politics really

The thing is there's no
Real consequence to this or
That like illegals

I have to ask who
Is on the other end who
Plays the game like old

The sun is still out
I'm breathing. I'm right here
Still posting these posts

The trick is not to
Respond at all. Just let them
Too tired for this

But to hide behind
A screen or phone..what about
In the flesh...right there

But to hide behind
A screen or phone..what about
In the flesh...right there

I think you are dumb
Incel got his feewings hurt
Toughen up snowflake

I think it's dumb to
Admit but I got upset
In a real way here

Oops...5...7..6
Must be the new math cause the
Old math is racist

Mox is indeed the
Dreadful vhs. Are we
Gatekeeping again?

lurch into my lunch
long, lean and lugubrious
leave the cows alone

daisy oh daisy
you drive my taste buds crazy
so soft and braisey

If you knew it's name...
Would you want to eat that cow?
Keith is delicious!

Sometimes I get stuck
Dwelling in idealized past
And I do love it...

Searched up old girlfriend.
She aged well, unlike others...
May God bless her soul.

Mox does not count well
Similar to VHS
raising suspicion

Costanza still haunts
The waiting rooms of his time
Serenity now!! NOW!!!!!!!

Damn it my greatest
Weakness...bagels...lox...cream cheese
A side of verklempt

How I love haiku:
Syllabification true--
and sometimes it rhymes...

Moxie, oh Moxie:
Your girlfriend is so foxy.
Bagels and loxie.

Hail, hail, fire and snow...
'Round the angel we will go.
(old Star Trek refrain)

Rain sleet snow hail hail
The gang is all here and
Rain in mud rules

What happens when the
Haiku is pretty good is
It so bad it's good?

Haiku goes: Ping! Ping!
You go: Ching-chong ching chong ching!
They go: Bang! Bang! Bang!

Hey bald man fuck off
Don't contaminate my space
With your toxic ways

Dear ol' uncle Clem:
They done slaughtered the last hog--
And then it's corn pone.

The Noochinator:
When he appears, syllables
Fall right into place.

Learned haiku in school.
It's like instant poetry:
Add water and stir.

Let us unite NOW.
We will overthrow the world
With stunning haiku.

I am so upset.
How can you write such pure filth?
Now I have to cry.

dogs eating cat turds
there's poetry in motions
if you push one out

Dogs can not eat words
Some of them will eat cat turds
Tom Bosley's penis

these rotten verses
even a dog will not eat
is almost haiku

TED talks are garbage.
There's something off about them:
Formulaic, fake.

I edit stories
but am hopeless with poems
—I allow too many syllables

It's psycho-drivel:
Toxic positivity...
And it helps no one.

wise woman once said
"all these bitches is my sons"—
onika maraj

Aussies lead the way
We enter into the fray
Shouting "Haikooray!!"

sussan is the bosss
sshe leadss the liberalss now
they're sstill a big messs

My job is boring
Hours spent, nothing to do
Nothing but haiku

hi mother dearest
have a happy mothers day
you are fabulous

compelling habit
i've had since last century
and i've got it bad

A haiku a day
Some good, some bad, some ugly
Twenty six years worth

Here, one writes haiku:
Haiku so bad that it's good.
And that's a bad thing.

twenty-eight years plus
this site is fresh as ever
and totally bad

Spirit of Haiku:
Come, possess my mind and soul;
Help me to write trash.

I'm stuck here till eight.
I can hear the seltzer fizz
In the oval room.

You wrote bad haiku...
And how did that make you feel?
I see. Here's the bill.