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[theupshot]

In the dirty bar,
At midnight, we forgo Pabst.
Coke drifts like new snow.

These so-called haiku are strangely bemusing, probably due to their lack of essence.

Comments

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

...Coke is a drink. How does it drift?

[theupshot]

A logical question, but it's of no use to wonder.

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

Maybe it's a metaphor...what's Pabst?

[theupshot]

You are trying to figure this out?

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

I don't get poetry.

[theupshot]

It's more than just a string of words.

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

What is it?

[theupshot]

I'm sure it means something different to each poet.

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

You know a lot.

[theupshot]

I haven't said much.

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

What you've said has been interesting, though.

[irrepudiated]

I think they're referring to cocaine, dear~

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

Oh. That makes more sense. Thank you, professor.

[irrepudiated]

It's nothing. I am here to educate, after all.

[fghjkauuuuuugh]

Yeah, that's right.