Scab of a nation, driven insane

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haiku, you ku, he
she or it kus, we ku, you
ku, they ku, than ku

just what idiot
thought that citrus listerine
would be a good thing?

i am not in school,
i do not have a job and,
i can fix your flute.

haikus are easy
but they don’t have to make sense
refrigerator

Poor haiku art form
So often misunderstood
By those who think that counting syllables is the important part

Mary: "Hi! We're here to invite you to come kiss Hank's ass with us."

Me: "Pardon me?! What are you talking about? Who's Hank, and why would I want to kiss His ass?"

John: "If you kiss Hank's ass, He'll give you a million dollars; and if you don't, He'll kick the shit out of you."
-- Kissing Hank's Ass

Seattle:

Seatown — neither a town nor on the sea.
Jet City — hereafter minus jets.
The Emerald City, take 2 — somewhere between rain drenched poppy fields, androids, and electric sheep.
Eight months of winter rain and unemployment dying to teach your sorry Midwestern ass that Seasonal Affective Disorder is all that stands between you and meeting Kurt Cobain in person.

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