i toil around with writing a haiku
it feels like my dick
but longer
harder
it's cold
it's raining
the cable's out
and god never was
i've been sober
too long to think drinking will help
sober just long enough to know
it doesn't get better
i look in the fridge for the meaning of life
and in an empty fridge
that is exactly what i find
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