| I cry while I write this poetry. |
| Sometime in 2009... Dear girl in red coat Too pretty for the Front Page Why don't you try Fur? --- Hippie served himself Just grabbed a beer from the bar Why can't I do that? --- Drunk girls dance poorly They don't know how white they are Hip Hop ain't for you --- Hey, look at this guy He probably says dumb things Like "moving forward" --- This guy is too close He is all up on my shit I am not your friend --- That girl is a bitch You can tell by looking at Her stupid bitch face --- Wow, that blond dude there Looks just like Keanu Reeves Minus all the charm --- I killed the wrong smoke Don't matter, the bartender Just dumped the ashtray --- I must try to write A song from these bar Haikus They're sort of funny --- Yes, that's right, sweetheart Tonight you are going home with that dippy fuck --- Ha ha, you poor chump Guess that powder blue shirt ain't Working out like you thought --- You dirty hippie You'd better not touch those limes They go in my drink --- The powder blue twins Are completely upset by The lack of pussy --- Big Buck Safari You exist for people who Cannot write Haiku --- Blond chick should back off Your ass is not so tasty I want it on me --- Ugh, white guy dancing Is always quite unpleasant To bear witness to |