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Being stung by bees
and chasing the ice cream truck.
Welcome to Summer.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Dangerous drugs and
caffeine fuel our weak bodies.
We're barely alive.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
The rain gently falls
as a flower blooms in the
Chernobyl wastelands.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Voluptuous *******,
and all the wonderful ***.
What a Friday night.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Beauty beyond words,
she slips off her silk dress,
unveiling her skin.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Mind and spirit,
both are one in the being.
One with nature.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
In one ear and out.
The average American.
We're oblivious.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
Industrial love,
western manufacturers,
they **** us over.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio - This is the first of 54 haiku's I wrote while on a Haiku frenzy. Bare with me.
It was the summer,
of 89'.
The weather was beautiful,
so fine.

The wind whispered through my window,
softly.
Kissing my face,
as it blew by.

I rolled over,
and said, "good morning".
But you weren't there,
to my surprise.

Where did I go wrong?
Can we start again?
I never meant any harm.
Is this really the end?

I searched here,
I searched there.
I searched far,
and I searched wide.

And when I finally,
found you.
There was another man,
by your side.

Where did I go wrong?
Can we start again?
I never meant any harm.
Is this really the end?

Can you give me one more chance?
I'll give you all that I am.
I'll do all I can do,
to show I still love you.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio - originally written on the piano.
America isn't what it used to be.
What happened to the American Dream?

Now we're a country that depends on foreign oil.
Fighting wars, all on enemy soil.

Our leader's a coward,
cowards are our leaders.
And mother Earth,
just look how we treat her.

We spend money frivolously,
haven't you heard?
We even are hypocrites of our own word.

The American Dream murderers,
we are!
The American Dream murderers,
we are!

Oiled up machines stealing our jobs.
As the unemployed let out weak sobs.

We let our greed get to our heads.
And now soon we'll all be dead.

The American Dream murderers,
we are!
The American Dream murderers,
we are!
The American Dream murderers,
we are!
The American Dream murderers,
we are!

We are the ultimate murderers,
of the American Dream!
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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