Tonight the big match,
yet strangely nerveless...
Stella times six perhaps?

Hello To The Weymouth Beach Tramp

Kick your flea-bite dog
And raise that bottle to those
Vomit crusted lips

The Truth

Right-Track is a girl
Right-Track is a big girl's blouse
Right-Track plays with dolls

Goodbye to the Weymouth Beach Tramp.

While intoxicated by the grog,
the vomit stained tramp,
asphyxiates on Tom’s knob.

The Myth

DRMO is straight… fo sho! *
For show, his poetry,
mocks those who know!

*denotes heavy sarcasm.

Thomas is rubber,
And you are glue what you say,
Sticks back on to you.


=D

That One Sucked Because It Wasn't Even A Haiku

Five, seven and five
Strict Haikus or sling your hook
No more free-form jive

What! No free-form avant-garde Haiku jive?

Haiku in a word...
is deconstructionalism.
Dressed up like a turd!

By Way Of Conversation

I don't understand.
Haiku... deconstrucionalist?
Please explain, Right Track.

Stop being an elitist Haiku purist...cut me some slack here. :(