BAD CJ Cummings

You taste sort of wierd
I dip you in Arby’s Sauce.
Now you taste better.

I like to blow dwarves

I don’t charge a modest fee

I do it for free

Blowing A Dwarf

standing on a ledge

his balls were oh so hairy

they tickle my chin

Blowing The Dwarves

I blew the singer

or He Who Cannot Be Named

I can’t remember

Blowing A Dwarf

I get on my knees

I am ready to blow him

He stands on a chair

B.A.D(warf)

like a kitchen stool

with one leg that is too long

he trips at the end

warriors

passing in near death

he rides on his closest wheel

he is three feet tall

Haiku Dustbin

My soft white now red

wounded I snarl in my lair

your sound is sweetest