The White Stripes are fucking sweet. I knew I would't be alone in immortalizing them in Haiku.

indeed. detroit duo. siblings. sexy drummer. aggression and classy guitar antics. yet humble....

A bit of fun,but is it Poetry?

my eyes bleed, watching awards shows. are you perhaps giving the command, make my cock hard, since the show itself is not work the electricity wasted on it? i'd rather be screwing than watching these, that's for damn sure. 7, for making me laugh, big finale.

my momma said poetry is like a box of chocalates...you never know when a metal smith will stand to comprehend the shape of it all.......it is a heart felt stab at those fuckers shoving down our throats...fuck them i say...serve it back to them rocket powered dildoed<to vulcan.......to z>...hey z....i gotta go to an audition right now talk to you later...thanks for your words, and love...see you later...sweetness! neatness. folding for flavorless love...hold onto the tail and whip it........h_^

h-congrats on the other stiff you got of late. i may or may not be around later--so many social engagements, so little time, but weel catch up soon, k?
give em a stiffie at the audition, just for me. z

How did I ever miss this little gem from the God of Spilled Wine??? You know, I paid a visit to Bacchus last year in Firenze - Michelangelo's version anyway - my favorite wino right up close and personal! Me-O-My! I was so inspired I drank three bottles of chianti that day (rather than the usual two). Just have the show on in the background right now, a train wreck I can't help but peek at. You make good observations, and hey, at least the show inspired you to write a piece. Thoughts so far: Pink - henna tats all over her body; faux ink - how telling. What's up with the token little white boy on stage with all the brothers, everyone pretending he can dance? The Hives - hey, isn't that Beck singing? Hmm, sure looks like Beck, moves like Beck, oh wait, no, can't be, cuz Beck is Prince, no wait, oh, fuck it, I'm confused... 7/10

Shit, I can't stop now, my old buddy Axl is coming on soon, can't miss that... v luv b luv h luv b~y

please stop...he starts(axel rose to run up and down the stage, but he's no young thang anymore, so he winds up winding himself bad than he can't finish singing welcome to the jungle it's a bit sad. really.

P-dummy's done. Now how about Gay-lo and Spitney beers?

A couple are out on the syllable count but hey. I am another who doesn't get the White Stripes. Are they good or are they shit? Counting Crows are good...

Probably close to the stupidest thing i've ever read. It's funny though -7-