haiku happy hour.

 

happiness is home

i go to approach the door

bell rings to silence

 

Ben n Jerry must

bring back oatmeal cookie chunk

or ill seek vengeance

 

no stevie wonder

you will fool them but not me

i know you can see

 

your smile is grace

your laugh rings love through my life

but you smell like shit

 

please be my player 2

i have a heart full of games

i cant play alone

 

i throw singles up

they rain down upon her cheeks

damn left the stove on

 

set sail on your quest

do not wait for tomorrow

tomorrow is now

 

i pour the whiskey

she says she prefers vodka

i ask her to leave

 

hands build sandcastles

just for earth to wash away

still a day well spent

 

how i loathe the rain

it serves as a reminder

beauty can still break

 

too many people

clog the 405 freeway

i will kill you all

 

boy you is ugly

your momma cant even cook

your daddy cant read

 

aliens scare me

because if they are not there

we are all we got

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