AW YEAH HAIKU TIME

[funkandwag]

Insults barely sting,
Like smoke-drunk wasps in summer.
Now, fly away home.

You are so handsome
And overripe with pride,
An unwanted peach.

So sharp is your wit
It makes others friendly like
Broken glass and feet.

An unwanted peach
Will soon rot, drawing flies,
Who will leave nothing.

Better to draw flies
Than die alone and hated.
(That will be your fate.)

You assume too much.
My friends are not your friends, sir.
They will stay with me.

Of course, miss, of course.
They will stay like the spring stays.
They will not fade, no.

Slanderous moron.
You know nothing of my friends.
You are just jealous.

Do peaches envy?
No, they do not. They are fruit.
So, shut the hell up.