Good story and all, and some likeable lines, but needs a good old fashioned rewrite to tighten things up.

Pent up and funky and so cool you can use profanity in you not-so-cool poem.

May I steal those? Always on the hunt for functioning alliterations, dontcha know.

i know. god that one was classic, wasn't it? but i had to pull it--part of the terms of the settlement, you know.

i fear neither crow nor cock nor getting laid by the light of dawn's fatal rays.

another swank entry. i like the one about that time you ran over that old lady on your tractor even better, though.

yeah..you're write d.a., have no fear my work is almost done here..i've just been using this site to get my rants on..then i cut and paste it all in a word file, chop, chop, chop it up edit the fuck out of it, and use the material for this top secret writng experiment, we've got shaved monkeys hooked up to more lab equipment than i care to describe(cuz i can't) the govs got my family held hostage until i finish, oh , by the way...they're onto you too..so lock the doors and bar the windows...don't let them get you under their thumb man..i haven't slept in two weeks and they've been feeding me lysergic acid dipped meal worms....plus this site is hardly the muse i wanted for creative inspiratiuon, but no ...they don't care...they just telepathically send me the agenda, and hold the straight blade to mothers jugular...i am so fucking scared, and traumatized...i don't think i'll last much longer..pray for me..please!

very nice. reminds me of 2 things. wondering if you've read them: And the Ass Saw the Angel, by Nick Cave; and Lord of the Barnyard, by Tristan Egolf.

I'm humbled by your work once again. You must be published. Please tell me that this is how you make your living. 10/10

hey z..worry not..i don't get mad. i just pretend too..please, after browsing his shite..i lol! anyway..what a joke..i'm seriously concerned for the future of writing though...don't mention it by the way (my cordial invite)..any time...i'm shower bound see you in 30 minutes. loved your re-edit of warmer climes ..i might have to move my computer locations soon...the illiterate children are scythed handed and mob clustered in the streets outside all of my hideouts...theyre so damn cute and little bussed in their motivations...you've almost gotta respect that.right? right!

Does darkness really echo? Shirvering fear, chilling words in ear. How can it be fatal. It s always dark somewhere. Should be a poem about moving on. But this just sucks.

oh well done. expressive, well within the traditional 5-7-5 syllable structure of haiku, and evocative of the true nature of blah blah blah. is this a joke?

hey stubby123 the piece was inspired by the time i met your mother in a turkish opium den to help her glue her refreshments back on... you stick to your oxford dictionaried un imaginative teenage angst (inspired by deep shit like the time you didn't make the footbal team), and i'll concentrate on making sure that your generation never ever gets it....(my vexed message) cuz you're to busy shooting up your middleschools and whining about "your nation" like you fucking have a clue what it's like to leave your state let alone the country..you shoot the backyard bunnies for dinner, let the real men hunt...oh i was sorry to hear about you know who, on the down lo try a little antibiotics, the ass swelling should go down...thanks for the zero stubby..i have yet to even get through one, sorry, rather,half of one of your attempts at writing they're just su fucking stale, and saturated with puberty lessened inspiration, tell your old man i said, "good morning" way to bring them up right mr. stubby.ciao bello fellow..buenos diaz puta! oxy.spermicide.gym.soapbend.shower friend.

afternoon, h. don't worry about stupor123; he's a big-badass-comment-deleting braveheart. apparently he knows all about everything, too. oh, and thanks for the good werds last nite. i signed off early...

keep on driving your ford across america sweety cuz your haikus are so important and stimulating, memory babe, memorybabe..you really have let me down...i hope you don't ever stop driving, we need more people like you looking for a life in a better place. i hope you find it...do me a favor pick up as many hitchhikers with scary bags that you possibly can. it's worth it. trust me. everyone! let's read memorybabes emotionally rewarding haikus. trust me they're way fucking worth it. if for any reason. what not to do..ever.

wow.. christ of..not withstanding the bachus tyrade? i am bachus you comprehending master of reading into things (i just finished one for you called gangbox, at gangbox.com under mp3, it's for you, the holy ghost, and ponchus pilot, enjoy) that bacchian tyrade was for earthtalker the queen of the uknseen..and for an encore, read why bachus want's to kill opie, then keep talking shit cuz i have all kinds of ' good stuff waiting for you too sweet cheeks..me and my 'team' are construing a great animated series, just for you guys, let me know if your balls have dropped yet so my animators can be anatomically accurate, thanks..anything else christoff? just let me know if i can help you with any thing anything at all, cuz i'm here for you young man...waiting.....you're gonna love it when it's done, and you're friend's will too...keep an eye out...i hope you have a stronger stomach then writing style, cuz this is really gonna piss you the fuck off...better buy a gun, or a faster keyboard..you're gonna need it. love your 'grandma dying forgotten in a retirement home getting mouth raped by paco the knee hung orderly'. prepare! p.s i'm just kidding, i really like you, if not love you...see my cross hanging between my ample powerful pectorial muscles, smile and hang well young man, hang like your mothers beef curtains...feel free to quote it all at the retirement home..loverboy....i will.

i just have to say, i love your write-up. something sadly humble about it. anyhow, this would make a better song than a poem (while, even as a poem it's better than most of the scatalogical horseshit floating in this idiotic cesspool). put it to music and send it to Eddie Vedder or Creed as they can't write lyrics to save their lives.

why is this on the worst list? it's not one of the worst. Roses are Read: read "Dorm Life." ring a bell?

thanks razor. typo fixed.

The dullest ear, the soberest sense, must be impressed by this tide of feeling. 10!