A few days ago, I learned that Piper writes emo Haiku*. Here are a few more of her selected musings.
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| Mom, please, I'm contemplating the chaos that is our planet. |
The kennel again?
Being a good girl isn’t
Enough to stay free.
Don’t touch my ears, please.
They are pleasant to feel, but
You don’t feel my pain.
Yes, I do eat grass
It deadens the pain inside
Then I barf it up.
Rain falls from above
Cold and wet, much like my nose.
Dank, grey. Like my
soul.
I don’t like my name.
Piper. It rhymes with
Hyper.
I preferred Cujo.
Sit. Stay. Come. Leave it!
Never any fun commands.
Create. Love. Enjoy.
I run like the wind.
After balls, and sticks, of course.
Away from pain, too.
*She isn't really emo. She also doesn't really write Haiku. Just give me this, OK. It's a coping mechanism.
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