Haikus I & a friend wrote during a balmy afternoon haiku fight:

investment banker
wearing his pinstriped Boss suit
pitchbook tucked 'neath arm

i am poor like fuck,
wishing for a break of luck
sex will set me free

study hard my son
one day you'll be a banker
then i retire

spending nights alone
despondent masturbating
porn is my best friend

penis abrasion
caused by sordid callused hand
perhaps should use lube?

watching index fall
net worth diminished downwards
i chew indo mee

watching the rich pass
i wonder when i can have
cash chicks and cristals

chatting on the net
balmy hours just breeze past
better than living

(After mulling over the bucket of KFC I ate with ZS as a macochistic test of manhood)
i love ken de ji
greasy greasy ken de ji
oh fuck heart attack

drunken haiku fight
we can't write for fuck, so we
simply make shit up

people beg, "SHUT UP!"
stop spamming us with haikus!
friends flee in disgust

yes we make shit up,
but so does salman rushdie
and his wife is hot

rushdie got more dough
writing thousand page novel
better than us lor

forty minutes now
we have managed to squander
living the life bitch

we are damn sad lor
writing our lame-ass haikus
we need to get laid

i get laid each week,
but somehow my life still sucks
na beh C C B

Friend: "haiku is probably the most abused poetic form."

We moved on to limericks after this.