A Haiku Battle Featuring Matthew R. Laurion

Where do you find love?

Stuck way down in a bottle?

Cry. Drown it brother.

-Stephen Goodrow

Where do you find time

To write such pitiful stuff?

Alcoholic dunce.

-Matthew R. Laurion

Clever little tyke

Leave genius to the big boys.

Contemptible cur.

-Stephen Goodrow

Watch where you meddle;

Sheep do not lie with lions here.

Know your place, poet.

-Matthew R. Laurion

Aye my poet king

Your wit is biting and cold.

Just like your mother.

-Stephen Goodrow

Aye your parents fling

Has left you spiting and bold-

A bastard I fear.

-Matthew R. Laurion

My emotions soar

Whilst gazing upon garbage.

Oh joy! Oh rapture!

-Stephen Goodrow

Sarcasm is food

For the emaciated.

Des’prets feast on it.

-Matthew R. Laurion

A dictionary!

Please, someone lend him Webster!

Teh boi canknot spel!

-Stephen Goodrow

Goodrow proper noun.

1. Poor excuse for a scribe.

2. Dirt at one’s heel.

-Matthew R. Laurion