Pat O'Brien Haiku Exhibition (Haiku Flame War?)

An exhibition, not a competition. If there's a "winner," it will be via popular acclaim.

Also, there is an "open" category for non-Pat O'Brian haikus. Because, let's face it, you can only write so many variations on "You're so fuckin' hot." I have a feeling some of these may involve my embarassingly weak t-shirt sales.

To get the ball rolling, once again, more old material:

Wind-Ghosts Tickle Chimes at Dusk

I'm so fuckin' into you.
I want to make you crazy.
Make. You. Fuckin'. Craaazy.

Have fun. Or don't. What do I care. I didn't like you before you started busting on my chops all the f'n' time, and I'm less thrilled with the lot of you now.

Clarification: A certain pussyboy I won't name, except to say he's not JeffB., wants to know if I'm really upset about the chops-busting.

No! Hey, I keep telling you guys I don't like you and stuff like that. Certainly I can take a little ribbing back.

So-- no problem. I'm still in that flame-war mentality. It's anything goes here. It's Thunderdome, baby.

Update: Well, Allah and Son of America and others apparently want to have a Haiku Flame War. Fine with me, boys. I'm a master of syllabation.

CONTENT WARNING for all comments. Pat O'Brien + Flame War + the delicate art of Japanese Haiku = Not Suitable For Family Audiences.

posted by Ace at 03:31 PM

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