you better run !

weed

paybacks are a bitch . . .
and I'm the bitch who's gonna
pay you back

everyday its always the same

your new shit sucks
just like the old

"remember when we did this to you
well here it is again
for another face-rubbing"
or
"here's what we're doing now"

thats quite alright ...
just helps me figure out
who did what
and how to pay each one of you back

I hate you !
take that to your hiking trail

Ms. Haiku

That reminded me of these poems:

Gwendolyn Brooks:

THE POOL PLAYERS.
SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL.

We real cool. We
Left school. We

Lurk late. We
Strike straight. We

Sing sin. We
Thin gin. We

Jazz June. We
Die soon.

Maya Angelou - No Loser, No Weeper:

"I hate to lose something,"
then she bent her head,
"even a dime, I wish I was dead.
I can't explain it. No more to be said.
'Cept I hate to lose something.

"I lost a doll once and cried for a week.
She could open her eyes, and do all but speak.
I believe she was took, by some doll-snatching sneak.
I tell you, I hate to lose something.

"A watch of mine once, got up and walked away.
It had twelve numbers on it for the time of day.
I'll never forget it and all I can say
Is I really hate to lose something.

"Now if I felt that way 'bout a watch and a toy,
What you think I feel 'bout my lover-boy?
I ain't threatening you, madam, but he is my evening's joy.
And I mean I really hate to lose something."