Weekend haiku

He writes poetry 
so fast, the ink is still wet 
on his second book 

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His book sent early, 
Bill suffers from premature 
mass publication

Friday haiku

Some of his writing 
is so cheesy, he could make 
poetry nachos

Thursday haiku

The electrical 
room's next to the ladies room, 
don't get them mixed up

Wednesday haiku

Greg is not squinting 
from the glare, but because he 
doesn't like people

Tuesday haiku

They say I'm well, the 
voices in my head, and I 
almost believe them

Monday haiku

If no matter how 
hard you push, doors stay closed, then 
consider pulling

Weekend haiku

The killer poet 
likes groups of grumpy people, 
or a mass of curs 

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The killer poet 
doesn't show emotion, he'd 
rather bury it