shitty haiku – Page 3 – Tales of Strude

carbs carbs carby carbs
fucking carby carb carb carbs
jesus I am fat

worked all weekend long
no extra money, no praise
shall I quiet quit?

sometimes it’s for taste
other times efficiency
beer, it’s about choice

I’ve never done drugs
but I’ve flown with the reaper
hot sauce gets me high

what will fix it all?
less of you and less of me
the end of the world

eating a Whopper
it’s a hot, juicy mouthful
that is what she said

rushing ceaseless winds
that carry empty echoes…
another meeting

drinking hot coffee
morning sun peeking through trees
delicious comfort