Because if you don’t
Minds everywhere will implode.
Help us. Help us all.

Ah’s a-tryin’ Mess Pauler, but po’ Ben kin’t seems ta stop wif de Hah-Koo!

To the tire store hence
We re-shoe the gimp Honda
Now it steps lively

Okay. Now I have to throw in a normal sentence here before I begin chewing off my own arm. Those things are trying to take over my brain via a Hai-coup.

That’s the problem with writing haiku. Once you get started it’s hard to stop.

Get a job, poor Ben,
Website comments are worthless.
The rest of us work.

In case there’s someone out there who doesn’t remember the rules from english class, here ya go:

Haiku is easy.
Write seventeen syllables
In only three lines.

Five in the first line.
Seven in the second line.
And five in the last.

This last one sums up most days for me…

Hard drives grind softly
My meaningless existance,
But it pays the bills.

My back hurts today
I loaded chemicals
Why do I do this?

My motorcycle
It carries me to places
Where my phone won’t ring.

This kid reminds me
Of someone I think I know
Oh wait, it is me.