Haiku

Lush and salty. Rich.
Firm plops the loaf from the can.
Processed-food greatness.
 
my pubes are cut short
authentic and out of reach
a truth well concealed
 
Please state your gender.
Sorry, that's not on the form.
And the opposite?
 
Sweat in the morning,
A sense of accomplishment.
To the gym, again.
 
I am not a mod.
I know I am often wrong.
Too bad others don't.
 
I don't have patience
for posters who start with whine
and keep on drinking
 
Gaunt branches, skyward
Craving the rich, sharp green leaves.
The trees want Spring, too.
 
When I fell in love
I promised to love her and
Keep her forever.

She promised the same
But somewhere along the way
She forgot her vow.

Now I'm all alone
God, I miss her smell, her touch
How do I go on?
 
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