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More in It is what it is Haiku: Series 41. poetry snobs suck snot even on warm summer days when normal folks smile. 2. my hands shake slightly reading bad poems by fools I look up and pray 3. i count poorly my haiku are broken like spring it would be wise to quit now. 4. Onji exist even when the wind doesn't and my tears forget. 5. slipping into hell the red sun blazes before me silent and honest. 6. darwin's selection: live, strong, smart, and well suited for springs cold floods. 7. the silk worm pauses just long enough to dream summer and a large silk thread. 8. seven words well meant misunderstood by poets and lost in winter. 9. seven dreams well dreamt misunderstood by poets and lost in winter 10. seven words well said misunderstood by poets and lost in winter. 11. Seven days well spent screw the poets, screw them hard and get out the sleds. 12. I ate tunafish while the rain fell through windows and left a puddle. 13. damn the torpedos dive. dive. dive into the lake where the salmon swim. 14. bad Haiku written poorly and without nature a waste of your time. 15. the poetry snobs sitting quiet by the tree mock truth and my love. 16. the poetry snobs standing laughing and stupid eat me, and it's bad. 17. holy catharsis and nicotine patches on the wooded path. 18. nuns, priests, and bitches embracing satan and spring all because they can 19. God kicked my ass well I'm not smiling this winter. It is cold and sore. 20. Fork ewe, and drink wine mutton is served cold and dry like bad octopus. |
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