Halloween Grinch
Sycamore tree-fruit...
shots ring out at 5th & Q.
Where my Timbalands?
Some say shoes that hang
from the boughs of ghetto trees
means you can buy crack.
Do you have a ghetto haiku to share? Please write one in the comments section.
THIS JUST IN: Crack, love & diapers at Corcoran & Q. Graphic, definitely not work safe, but might inspire even more haikus. Keep 'em coming!
This morning I was watching the History Channel and was reminded that those accused of witchcraft in Salem would be spared if they admitted they were witches. Those who denied they were witches were killed. Some things never change.
I think I'm going to be a High Heel Race grinch this year. After last night's adventure I just don't have it in me to fight the crowds. I had a mid-term exam for my night class, but managed to get out of class somewhat early. So I hop on the shuttle that should take me to the MetroRail station. But this shuttle happens to be the one that goes to frikkin' Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania, and if you miss the MetroRail station stop, the next stop isn't for another 22 miles or so, and they WON'T STOP for you no matter what. So I end up somewhere outside the beltway, and there's only roads, no addresses, so taxicabs won't pick you up either. I eventually get a cab that gets me to the station by 10 or so, but by that time the arriving trains are 20 minutes apart. I basically don't get home until 11.
Anyway, I'd rather stay home and carve my pumpkin, even though I'm going to be mysteriously absent from my home tomorrow evening. Kids with no costumes don't get candy.
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Bitch, get your ugly
black ass over here so
I can mess you up!
(Generally heard at 3 a.m. through closed windows. One must wonder why anyone would respond to such a request.)
A glimpsed ass-crack through
Rusty chain-link fence reveals
Fresh pile of bum-poo
Haiku from Charm City:
Crack ho in Baw’more
Tradin’ tricks for one more fix
Next door, empty lot
Haiku for You
jimbo is cool,
my office is hot
sleeves rolled up,
distraced on blogs
In honor of my cousin, recently paroled:
Toothless crack whore girl
You burned down your mother's house
Your three kids are doomed
Remember people: a haiku consists of three lines of poetry of 5, 7, and 5 syllables in length, respectively.
Patterson Park Ave
Tricks buy Crack and Heroin
Trucks circle the block
"Oh no she didn't!"
"Bitch you knows that was my trick!"
Morning coffee brews
Morning, walk the dog
"he is getting better behaved"
Corner whore wags her tail
Don't throw your needles
Into my backyard, asshole
I'll mess your face up.
Woke up to the sound
of helicopters above.
Good morning SWAT team.
In the autumn wind,
fresh tumbleweave circles.
Kiki's ass got whupped.
Cute kids riding trykes
Friendly eyes easy smiles grins
How long till they turn?
creative juices a-flowin!
Tangled blond fright wig
Stubble and fuck me red lips
Balls under mini
Star trek fights with brooms
Eleventh and K sees dawn
Tranny gurls stroll on
Haiku are fun. This is for my ghetto, Lyneham, in Canberra -Australia. Not so big with the needles or street violence as it is with uppity lesbians and dog-couples.
Lesbians in Crocs-
I'd like to go away, now.
The cafes are closed
sweet ass love release
alley voyeur sees paradise
by the crack pipe light
Youknow I have never been to this High Heel race thing of which you speak of.
I can not think of a Ghetto DC Haiku.
HAPPY HALLOWEEN HON
Haiku for Marie
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Paint your windows black
And feed the goddamn pigeons
I love you neighbor
Georgetown: no crack here,
coke, valium, pot, gin
High-class addicts in Prada
Haiku for Logan Circle:
Heteros are here
2 a.m. giggling awakes
Damn you, Jennifers!
I'm still trying to figure out why UMd has a shuttle bus that runs to Bryn Mawr, Pennsylvania.
Glass pipe and lighter.
Twenty dollar rocks of blow.
Pampers for crackwhores.