Bad Haikus

Me, Bad poetry

Can't I write like how I paint 

I'll Stick to Haikus.


Too hard to weave words,

But adequate enough, if

I stick to Haikus.


Try my best but still.

Without rules I feel I fail,

Yes, I need haikus.


The Haiku taught me

Small steps make large distances

I'll weild the haiku


Words intimidate

But haikus are my foothold

Thank god for Haikus

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