These are some really
Depressing haiku that I
Wrote in a psych ward
Empties strewn about
I feel like ending it all
Would a shower help?
Sit with your feelings
I should be healed already
I’m sitting all day
Morning not yet good
Fortune’s reverse required
Need hollow sweet disc
So we’re feeling down?
Killing myself, more than down
Well if you say so
Pushed e’erywhere he goes
Courtesans trail behind him
Wheelchair highroller
Black and red and white
These are the colors of fun
Or so it would seem
When do I get pills?
What seems to be the problem?
What do you mean the?
Mix the checker’s board
With three incomplete chess sets
Timer speeds up fun
I might be crazy
But my IQ is really
What’s truly insane
Whirr, inflate, hiss, beep
Seems hard to measure your heart
Story of my life
We are here to help
Here’s mixed veggies and chicken
I can not be helped
There’s nothing to save
Me from yall and there’s nothing
To save yall from me
How can I help you?
Just stop calling me brother
So I should be mean?
Plan next argument
Scheme anti-countermeasures
Back to normal, huh?
Flimsy prop-knife pen
Impossible tool of death
Write some killer poems