waist
I was twenty-eight
now only twenty-seven
I'm wasting away
one haiku to rule them all
one ring to bind them
one ring to kick all the butts
can't see me now fool
haiku of the page load
bowl
pins stick out their tongues
heavy ball to throw so far
glide glide glide hop shoot
quote of the page load
Won't it be dull when we rid ourselves of all these demons haunting us to keep us company? Won't it be odd when we're happy like we always thought we're supposed to feel, but never seem to be?
- Barenaked Ladies, War on Drugs