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I cannot envy educated fools Who never learned the value of advice They play a game with convoluted rules I know they've been to all the finest schools They learned to speak succinctly and precise I cannot envy educated fools Perhaps it's that they seem to lack the jewels To risk-it-all...

Divin’ in a dumpster Hopin’ lunch I’m gonna find Knelt on somethin’ squishy-- Just a nasty melon rind Underneath a diaper I spot gold, and none too soon Basting in bum’s vomit Lay a freshly dead raccoon. thanks, dave. this is well on its way to becoming a proper poem. sorry, kathy, but I was...

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

A rotten old blot named Bin Laden Abbottabad, found to be squattin’ Like swatting a fly, Got shot through the eye And that rag on his head became sodden.

I know of this lady named Kath And her love of the bubble-bath But three girls in a tub Is a bit of a rub I mean really, you do the math

I know of this lady named Kath And her love of the bubble-bath But three girls in a tub Is a bit of a rub I mean really, you do the math

They tell of this fellow named Dave Has a stink like he's fresh from the grave And like Ambrose Bierce His is just as fierce Uses dung as an aftershave Did you know there's a guy Undefeated? His poems read like they were excreted So please hold your nose If your reading his prose Cause the...

In a muddy barren field a forgotten bicycle lays weeping rusty and broken tears dreaming of hot winds and carnival screams from a long-ago summer night. Ashley, you just floored me. Holy smokes...made me feel awful good. 5-7--it kinda got to me, too. Thanks, babe. still might tweak it just a...

like tiny needles cosmic rays impale my brain

...haiku...? ivory tinkles cascade like the falling rain and smiles through pain the armadillo and his bony little plates make him bullet-proof did you scratch yourself with a dirty saladfork between your buttcheeks? zebra screams at night the fish/dog will puke on sand wet cherry rodeo get in...

haiku of your own? gentle snow settles upon brittle morning haze quilting winter's calm

the ravaged oak groans decayed fallen memories ? I've come up with: the ravaged oak groans decayed fallen memories upon morning snow

written below--Can U beat it? the spring snowman weeps icy tears for the frozen waters of winter