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On my holiday
I went to visit a cave

I was a bit apprehensive
but, tongue in cheek, I went inside

It was a large cave,
you almost needed a map

Feeling my way
I just hoped I wouldn't fall

It turned out ok
Burst into the room  
cool blood dripping from the vein
friend said: "Enigma"
This Haiku was written as a response to the weekly 'Obheal' Five-Word poetry challenge.  This last week's words were:  friend enigma blood burst cool
Anger,
as black as a hook,
overtakes me.
Each day,
each ****
took, at 8:00 A.M., a baby
and sauteed him for breakfast
in his frying pan.

And death looks on with a casual eye
and picks at the dirt under his fingernail.

Man is evil,
I say aloud.
Man is a flower
that should be burnt,
I say aloud.
Man
is a bird full of mud,
I say aloud.

And death looks on with a casual eye
and scratches his ****.

Man with his small pink toes,
with his miraculous fingers
is not a temple
but an outhouse,
I say aloud.
Let man never again raise his teacup.
Let man never again write a book.
Let man never again put on his shoe.
Let man never again raise his eyes,
on a soft July night.
Never. Never. Never. Never. Never.
I say those things aloud.
Cut grass lies frail:
Brief is the breath
Mown stalks exhale.
Long, long the death

It dies in the white hours
Of young-leafed June
With chestnut flowers,
With hedges snowlike strewn,

White lilac bowed,
Lost lanes of Queen Anne's lace,
And that high-builded cloud
Moving at summer's pace.
Tuck your head inside a bucket if you feel like gettin lucky
there’s a million ways to die but only one to say Kentucky

Put your money where your snout is
lay your dogwoods on the grave
there’s about to be a doggarn shootup at the bank

Sheriff took a ***** break and caught a case of fever aids
gave it to his deputy and shared it with his eager maids-
While Billy’s on the move in his new boots
shootin from his hip with a fistful of attitude
ridin on a pony bad enough to beat a moose dead
stealin all the money saddle up’n cuttin lose men

Honey weighs a bucket more than hammers if your aim’s right
close your eyes and pray
this cowboy town gets loud at midnight.
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