Haiku for the Dead Canto XI
From crispyneurons
Translated by John Sphere and Jason Strain
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[edit] Canto XI
How many
Teddy loamy fatal wa-wa
Musty a man?
ISO tired.
Hey bb,
Be knid to me.
Hey Mr. Tambourine man,
Play a song for me.
No, here, use this one.
The neighbors are coming!
Don't fire until
You can see the motes in their eyes.
Wordsworth? Hemmingway.
Locke? Vonnegut.
Wittgenstein? Janson.
As the duckling
As the seasons turn, surmounts;
You're still fucking ugly.
The white tube,
A moment of pleasure,
Suck me till I burn out.
War is expensive
Peace is priceless
Bumper stickers are $1.50.
Chewy and delightful,
Greasy, with crennelated papyrus,
The spongy softness tempts me.
I can buy
Corporate McFactory Enslavement
For only 59 cents.
