Self Portrait, in HaikuA Jack of all Trades,But as this poem may show,Master of None, yet.
The Problem Of EvilHe was a well-dressed man. He had no need for an appointment. With a smile and a nod he walked straight past the front desk of Amplitude Records and into the lift, muzak filling the air as he ascended. He had always liked muzak, he found it enjoyably infuriating. In his hand he held a greasy burger, which he finished off as he left the lift, but despite his eating habits he carried hardly any fat on his lean frame. He walked confidently into the CEOs office, and before the head of the record company knew what was happening the two were already shaking hands. Please allow me to introduce myself, said the well-dressed man, Im a man of wealth and taste. A smile came to the face of the CEO, Ah he said, A Rolling Stones fan I see. Very funny The CEO hesitated, fiddling with a pen on the desk, but who the devil are you? The well-dressed man smiled. Call me Lou***He was less well dressed. It wasnt that
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Haiku on The DevilSeven Deadly SinsA fallen angel? MaybeHe has many names
Wild Pokemon Appeared HaikuLiving on the landA stranger comes to visitTrapped by a new friend
Sweeney Todd HaikuBarber and BakerWorst pies in London, in songYour last ever shave
Cloverfield HaikuNew York City- doomedOne video sees it allCloverfield sees you.