pazma

Booms like thunder. Doors are shaking, trying to break their shackles. Streaming lines and tin foil rhymes, crackle, crackle, crackle. Telephone lines like swinging vines and trees in the distance waving. Orange and red and green on the bed all soaked in Heavens paving. Galed like waves across the field, rolling ever closer. Tossing up the leaves and dirt, Natures angry ogre. Clouds so dark, an ugly grey, bursting at their seams. But in the distance, a spot of blue, it's never as bad as it seems. For in the end the clouds do part and the wind dies ever more. The Sun will shine on Hibernia, the land we still adore.

HUMANITY We are invidious individuals, incontinent inhabitants of a planet of exquisiteness, filled with hatred and destructiveness, obsessiveness with lavishness, decadence and self-indulgence are the last things to become of us. And all the things that we perceive to be decent in society are nothing but conformities. We're all copies of facsimiles, anomalies in harmony, the most confusing of epiphanies. Insidious in intelligence, inadequacy in abundance, enlightened of our ignorance yet negligent of it's existence. Traversing infinity temporarily. Termination is a certainty. Morality's a theory in the world of Humanity.

This Haiku no sense. It nonsensical Haiku. Very bad Haiku.