We've been dumb-downed
to Hallmark Haiku poetry
that doesn't even follow form
or know what haiku is
other than some type
of Chinese or Asian or Nip crap
but don't worry were not being racist
because we have a friend
that has a subservient Japanese wife
who always has dinner ready
and doesn't mind bending over
and taking it up the ***
whenever he needs to get off at home
and she doesn't complain about
how or who he gets his happy endings
when out and about after office hours
and I wish I could be so blatantly
lewd and charming to walk up to anyone
and say whatever it is people say to someone
to get them to come home with them
and take off their clothes
and pretend to be looking for love
but only really care about
getting off at being normal
but I'm so painful shy
that I can't manage to talk whenever
an attractive stranger or even friend
sits a little too close
and my vocabulary is reduced
to one and two syllable sounds and head nods
and anything of importance
that I might want or have to say
gets locked in future regrets
of staring at the ceiling
somewhere in the darkness above my head
and life has turned into a media circus
of social update status *******
where hearts keep our ***** hard
and likes get our ******* wet
and even though none of us are truly alone
we all sit in our private cages digitally *******
to try and **** our feelings of loneliness
as we purchase sympathy cards
with cheap Hallmark Haikus pretending to look for love