A Fistful of Haiku Lives

Bell Canada sucks. I would like my phone to work. They're incompetent. At Strange Adventures I always got good discounts. Not here in London. Tatoo's and make-up, both are paint on the body. They're really the same. Instead of lipstick she had her lips tatooed red. No more smudging now. This place is in need of a subject for Haiku, a girl like Markie. A rancid balloon is hanging from the skylight. It's all boogery. Damn that last Haiku had such a lousy last line. I need more 'subjects'. In her cancer bed the Soc'y girl dreams of black Pure as white no more. With dripping needles she injects herself with hate for those left unmarred. The cool stud goes in a bleeding place he's not meant. A piercing cry rings. Crazy Mohawk Chick, When I am looking your way, it's not with ill will. Skaters in the park, They are always practicing. Practicing falling. Priceless expressions, as if they almost made it. Ev'ry friggin' time. Why're all the hotties hanging out at tatoo shops? What's the deal with that? I'll get a tatoo that says "Tommy Hillfigger". The best of both worlds. I want a Tri-sword that can shoot its outer blades, just like Talon had. What's my Nemesis? Alas I am True Neutral, and so I have none. Can I write Haiku, without a Muse like Markie, which will still be good? Crazy Homeless Chick, Her sign says "Hot and Horny". Someone tell Fraser. What would Markie say, if she read all these Haiku? Would I get zero'd? ---