for Arby, even though he wanted to let me off the hook.
Swinging, dope smoking
trapezes and truck testes
don't mix. Or make sense.
Toxic wasteland hell
the grapes were in his buttcrack
police work is hard
When my work invades
the peacefulness of my mind
everybody pays
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Surfing Sunday 5.02
3 years ago
Whoa. Yeah, I see what you mean. I can see the zen in there, even though you tried so hard to hide it.
ReplyDeleteOh. My. Okay. And where did this come from, again?
ReplyDeleteWell, Arby noticed a few things I'd mentioned and asked that I put it all together in a haiku. Who else but Arby?
ReplyDeleteI've been gone for awhile and am just getting caught up on my blog reading. Very well done! I've never before seen a haiku that included the words "testes" and "buttcrack." I think you're on to something here!
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