I write so many of these, all of the time. Haikus are like my personal adult coloring books, they relax me and they make me laugh out loud by myself sometimes, the make me wonder If I was okay when I wrote them. Today, I share some of these older ones I recently found. #1 paper means nothing but it sure hurts when it cuts and I add lemon #2 a fake cheery voice does not cancel out or hide your assholery #3 ever want to douse your whole desk in gasoline and never come back? #4 if he wins ...
Came home late. and he had been here for a while, and he had made pork with onions. I know he did. I also know that he pan fried it, because the sweet, sweet aroma of that meaty musk; the tinge of that pan-seared perfection still lingers delicately in the air; and are seriously fucking torturing me right now. So, Damn you John. damn you, and your perfectly golden, certainly tender, impeccably pan seared dinner… that I missed.
Bacon, you delicious creation. Today, on National Writing Day, I will honor you, with haikus. I nachos and burgers and loaded baked potatoes without bacon? NO! II I think of your curls those lusty greasy ribbons you give pig purpose III you, in the morning release your succulent air in my mouth you go IV paired with eggs is fine maybe a slice of toast too bacon, I love you V pig, dont die in vain let us smoke your juicy fat we feast in the morn Header image via