Unlike our AM haiku, the misanthropy explored in this afternoon's haiku has nothing to do with missing out on potato tacos. (What the eff is that? I want to go to there.)
Pain
Metal bit in park
And later your friend grater
Ate chunks from my hand
F Cookie
I thought you meant fuck cookie
Man, was I confused!
Weeks
Next week, I've high hopes
Could you please: leave hand intact
Not be very shit
Love
Meredith goats cheese
I know I love you. And yet...
Every time... WOW!
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