If you write haiku
that are then about haiku,
that's lazy writing.

And that offends God.
It also offends Satan.
And nobody cares.

We'll all burn in hell.
When there, I'll scream my poems.
Pain and agony.

I'll scream, you'll scream, we'll
all scream for ice cream, melted
poo flavored ice cream.

A flying demon
pooping ice cream into cones
of toilet paper.

Hot melted sugar
clings to your skin, searing flesh
in the flames of hell.