Haiku

Killing mosquitos,
Flitting off, loudly aflap...
Their sole friends? Robins.
 
Days, she sits alone.
Fretting, teeth-ground, jailed at home,
She waits for nothing.
 
a weight on the mind
this oppressive cloud cover
I reach for the scotch
 
Wet weight on the skin:
Combined with indecent scotch?
Wet weight in the mind.
 
O, more than one malt?
Shame of inadequacy!
Smoky peat goodness.
 
Shame of whisky-dick!
The better tasting liquid?
Smoky or salty?
 
just not together
or it won't be his hard cock
that he's weeping from
 
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