Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
Over the holidays
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a haiku a day
keeps obtuseness away
Ate bad stuff. Gained weight.
Hate myself. Still, I think, There’s
always tomorrow…
One bite then the mad-
ness begins. Binge-stuffing my
face. Swallowing whole.
a haiku a day 