Do you even fucking care? We don't.
Erich "Da Poet" Schulte... I miss Jaquay's poems
And this haiku site linked us
So I haiku* too
About why this film
Caused me to lose my damn lunch
And not in 10 days
Ordinary Kate
Is a manufactured star
I want Hawn's spawn gone
With more make-up than
The Ultimate Warrior
She's still plain, can't act
Based on a novel?
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha ha
The bionic man
Had more original parts
Than this piece of shit
Why is everything
Marketed towards women
always vacuous?
The haiku is a fine form of poetry, for something non-Western. I can't think of anything finer to utter while tending goldfish. I, however, have improved upon this ancient form of expression, bringing it up to American standards.
The poem above is actually one, long "higher-ku" rather than a series of haikus. The form of the higher-ku is, so far, limited to what is seen above. There are 3 sets of haikus, the first two contain two haikus, the third, three. The last line of the first haiku in each set must end with at least two rhyming/almost rhyming syllables. The more of these syllables you can make rhyme, the better you are as a poet, and probably citizen. Try writing your own higher-kus, perhaps as Prayers to Satan.
Special Ruthless Ratings:
- Odds that 10 years from now, more people will know of the higher-ku than remember this film: 4 to 5
- Over/under on the number of people who will know of the higher-ku: 4
- Number of times the movie was paused for several hours because you don't have the stamina of fucking Lance Armstrong: 2
- Numer of minutes into the movie that you gave up and just went to see Jonny's yuppie house: 78 [Ed Note: Jealous Bastard]
