I Guess I Hate Them Less for Voting Bush in Twice

Road kill for breakfast
Six Budweiser’s for dinner
Obama for Prez

I Have No Idea What This Was Originally Trying to Depict

The supernovae
Ganesh’s acid trip caused,
Were worth it, he thought.

I Hope This Kid Never Finds Out He Was Linked on Reddit

Out there, there's someone
Who will make you feel complete.
But not on Craigslist.

Ouchy

Broken door's impact
My knee blooms Crayola hues
Fleshy nebula.

I'll be in my Bunker

I'm NOT paranoid.
My tin hat, vindicated.
The war has begun.

Chocobot has Lasers, You See.

I love you more than:
Chocolate, lasers, and robots.
But not Chocobot.

Cheering Up a Friend with a Busted Knee

Judo injury?
Take heart! Practice makes perfect.
Just look at Batman.

I Got a New Job Today

Fucking A! Rock on!
My clearance just got approved!
I'm so outta here!

*does the dance of joy*
Victory is in my grasp!
Muwhahahaha!

Movie Summary: Dr. Horrible's Sing Along Blog

Your love will be mine
Soon as I build my freeze ray
(And tell you my name).

Throwing a Ball > Curing Cancer?

When brawn is revered,
While minds fall into neglect,
Society rots.

Be Prepared

Though I love you so
I won't hesitate to shoot
If You're a Zombie.

     Permission to post
     Those three BRAAAAINSSS-y lines of verse
     To my haiku blog?

Granted Permission!
All the world should be aware
Of the zombie threat.


(Guest poems by Mr. E, who is better than you in every way.)

Some People go to Church. I Check APOD.

My petty worries
Cowed by cosmic majesty.
Soul's Stendhal's syndrome.

Book Report: Fight Club

First rule of Fight Club:
Don't trust the narrator.
Everybody lies.

I'll Sleep Only After November 5th

A fortnight of fear,
There's time yet to fuck it up:
October Surprise.

Keeping my Fingers Crossed for a Deathray

The midnight refresh
What will Woot offer tonight?
Cordless phones. Dammit. :(

Book Report: Romeo and Juliet

Two star-crossed lovers
First comes love, then comes marriage,
Goes downhill from there.

Ten Trillion Dollars > One Hundred Billion Suns

We owe more money
Than the Milky Way has stars.
We're completely fucked.

Perhaps Too Flattering a Metaphor

Partisan ninjas
Lob smoke bombs into the crowd
To mask their retreat.

Apparently Blogger's Not Blocked at Work Anymore

The maverick's folly,
Their house of cards collapses,
Ours topples with it.