I'm stuck without a fully functioning spacebar on my laptop keyboard because I spilled Pepsi on it. I had a poem due on Monday for my poetry class and didn't have anything to write about and I was on a deadline so I wrote a haiku about the incident. Enjoy.

Greasy Haiku
Fucking waffle fries,
you made my hands all greasy.
My drink lay close by.

A foreshadowing:
I never asked for fries. You
are God-damn evil.

You killed my precious.
Took her down in her prime, I'm
lost without her here.

The drink slipped. Regret.
Her blue screen would fill my dark
room and heart; no more.

Rest in peace laptop.


That's my poem hurrah. I have to revise all these poems by the end of the quarter so I may put my final drafts on here or not, you may just have to be content with the bad ones.