
Haiku Madness
I'm a shy bastard.
Such a pity, no wonder
girls do not like me.
I watch TBN--
first prophesied by Chaucer.
(But God loves TV).
Some people are strange.
I do not like them, for they
mirror dogs' reason.
This is a haiku.
It was not written for you.
So fuck off, dammit.
Cubist impression,
Abstract dadaism, and
youthful dissention.