so apparently i'm a poet now, when it comes to haikus.
i'm really pissed off
so i'm writing a haiku
instead of screaming
my life is like her's-
invisible, discontent
'ponine, i'm like you
last night, i saw it
wicked? she wasn't really
just misunderstood
why do i relate
to people in musicals
more than real people?
i eat cereal
because i enjoy the crunch
not the calories
you're in a city
outside of a small city
for one long weekend
pokemon, bunnies
changing rooms, panties, and you
these are things i love.
my science teacher
says to wash our anuses
due to e. coli
midori is green
she's also a lesbian
she's got a pig face
amanda is a just
a slutty, bisexual
whore. she means nothing.
diamond and pearl
are pretty, expensive gems
but they're also games.
a mess of black cloth.
potato sacks and bra straps.
choir sucks right now.
easter is made for
family time and choc'late,
not missing your boy.
tim gave shelby a
ring for easter and proposed.
it fits her thumb only.
stuck on kingdom hearts
in the deep jungle level
i hate you, tarzan
"piko piko," goes
the hammer, as he hits me
in the ass with it.
fluffy bunnies make
better easter presents than
calorific treats.
adrian bought me
hello kitty underwear
from hot topic. yum.
bunny ears seem to
make everything better, even
when you miss your boy.
i write too many
haikus, but they are so fun
and they sound nifty.