Dear Haiku, I'm over you (seven)
It's been a long month (five)
Syllably-obsessed,
counting knuckles, teeth and nails.
Haiku OCD.
//
Five seven five is
the number of the beast which
has seventeen feet.
//
Phoneme fixation,
Constant enumeration,
Proper delulu.
//
Flicking out fingers,
Mid stride, mid thought, mid coitus.
Fuck you haiku ... FUUUCK
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Addison Alder
Writer of Wrongs. Discontent Creator. Editor of The Gristle.
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Comments (6)
Hahahahahaha delulu, I especially loved that!
Ha! Love the flair. love the style!!
lol
Haha! This was epic!
I love it! This sounds like me trying to write a haiku and then double checking myself 3 x.
π This is awesome