I’m a free bitch, hun
And I would dance on your grave
If you’d dance on mine
I’m a free bitch, hun
And I would dance on your grave
If you’d dance on mine
A rock thrown
Is worth two in the hand
So make a splash
And make your stand
Pick your hill
And make it your grave
Prefer to speak
Than to shut up and behave
You can’t make allies
Without making a few enemies
It takes small seeds
To grow mighty trees
It takes a rock thrown
To make great ripples
Kigo, kireji
Elements of a haiku
But, like, SYLLABLES
Haiku, senryu
Most know one, not the other
That’s the difference
Nimbostratus clouds
Probably my favorite
For a heavy heart
Fabric softener
We could all really use some
But, like, for the heart
Jiggly gelatin
Squishy, silly dessert thing
Hello, Jello cup
Undue suffering
From something so very small
Bye bye, kidney stone
I am electric
My thick new hair stands on end
Under the full moon
I do not believe
In ghosts, spirits, and phantoms
Yet you still haunt me