Haiku Horrors

It looks like I owe four Haikus to four unfortunate souls. Because I am a man of my word. However bad it may be.

For those of you who are faint of heart or have a particularly sensitive gag reflex, I suggest you skip the rest of this post. And for those of you who continue reading, understand that I assume no liability. None at all. Read at your own risk.

This piece is titled, Tom’s Haiku

Wishes he lived in
NYC, hates Bellevue but
Really, who doesn’t?

(I know, you live in Kirkland now, but Kirkland is better than Bellevue.)



This one I like to call Haiku for Jason


How the hell are you?
Havent talked forever, you
should visit NY



Okay. That one really sucked, but hey, I’m not even getting paid here so no complaining.

Here is another one. This one is called Briana Kicks Ass!!


Drug court siren make
Crack heads dizzy, more confused,
Then relapse, and jail.



Moving right along here.

I think we will call this one Iosogr the wandering poet,

Writing poetry
For money, should try blogging
Much dumb words pay too



On to the next post….