Cyan Yvetta
Reading through the yellow lines
Seth from the Bible

Airstrip in Mena.
Two boys' bodies on the tracks.
Arkansaw traveler...

Don't diss Arkansas.
Or it will get real and raw.
Kitten lose its paw.

The problem is that
you tried to be... poetic.
Such a lowly state.

Is this SOP?
It meets Federal Guidelines?
Numbness settles in.

but i am not You
and of course You are not i
not until we die

Orale chola,
You stole my Sharpie pen. Damn.
You such a loca.

My mind hates my face
Eyeliner and sharpies help
But is it still me?

I'm aware you will
notice and I will feel that
the bees have left me hopeless

the version of you
that lives in my head, i wish
would appear to you

you, unaware of
the misery you cause that
I cannot control

Ju are all gringos.
Ju no esspeak espanish.
Ju are no ready.

Uganda kwele.
Buganda na Achole.
And some other thing...

A bot I am not
Shady is as shady does
Bad naughty haiku

You too are a shade:
A mere Persian window-shade,
Blocking the light. STOP.

Cyan is a shade...
A shade between blue and green.
Therefore you're shady.

Cyanatosis.
I think I am infected.
Although you're a BOT.

I miss my boyfriend
Cyan tears are the same as
Deep blue sugar spice

that has to be one
of the funniest things ive
observed in a while

After reading that,
my good man, I must concur.
"Yang cocok" indeed!

I'll buy your haiku.
Five thousand dollars apiece.
In ten-haiku packs.

It's all a big lie.
Mirror image opposite.
I'm a great poet.

Better than Boris,
His hot sidekick Natasha:
She still turns me on.

There is too much God.
Riots are just sheepl stuff.
Don't be a sheepl.

Blaw blaw blaw blaw blaw.
Bleh blu blah bleah blaaawh blah blau.
Blaaugh blaugh blaaaaa bla blah.

Did Robert Johnson
really sell his soul to play
the blues? I wonder...

critters videos
in times like these dont get lost
on our human games

sharks are sometimes not
so vile but gentle nature
eating machines bite

I am dramatic
Really! I am just fine now
Nightmares and daydreams

i am once now and
at peace with a tin foil hat?
only for potatoes

baking in the sun

My ex owns my soul
All morality through him
Alone, I am lost

You owe Bad Haiku.
You owe this site your own soul.
That's if you have one . . .

Bad Haiku will speak.
Bad Haiku will give wisdom.
Ignore Bad Haiku.

Signs from the planets
Texting ex boyfriends again
Was it meant to be?

Stephanie Meyer
My favorite author of old
I am a cyan Reed

this is not haiku
no, this is an NFT
starting price, $10K

порно мамки

Canucks driving trucks!
Rocking, rolling, getting DOWN !
So... "Keep On Truckin"!

Thank you for yours bot.
You am technospam interest.
You are kiss my bot.

Stephanie Meyers:
like Jane Austen if Austen
was not a dumb ho

cough cough cough, one of
these days could be my last and
life would def. go on

People take shit too black and white for no reason. The amount of people who actively deny themselves art because of pre conceived notions has always been an extremely interesting social thing to me.

There's not enough God
and way too many riots.
Covid: miracle.

Just sleep late will you?
Leave the damn groundhogs alone
They don't need that shit

Save us from ourselves
Send a monkey to Pluto
Hemorrhoid licker

silence is golden
sometimes, people seem to forget
that these days, yo.

canadas truckers
will the woke awaken from
the frozen stories?

i hot the fehlingk
za behlever yah ist feels
bad alls not vell here

there's too much covid
and not enough miracles
god's such a riot

I've returned again,
Bob the Snob, and I'm
From the internet!

I came on this site,
When I was but a young boy,
Now I feel so old.

First time I was here,
Two thousand and eight,
Last, twenty fourteen.

Twenty twenty two;
The world has changed too much now.
Nothing is the same.

What will future bring?
Will the world open back up?
Were these the good times?

Looking back again,
Will I think how young I was,
Back in current year?

Keep my words alive,
Search for "Bob the Snob"
From "The Internet"

Here, yet off I go,
Hurtling into the future,
When will I be back?