“Give me liberty
or give me death. Or, maybe
some of your Skittles.”
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Skittles is serious
Liberty…not so much
One must be absolutely modern.
taste the Rimbaud
Heh. Run that by your son , mine’s six ..no freaking way on the skittles . Until he sleeps , that is .
Skittles? Are you mad? trade my liberty for Skittles?! Now a Kit Kat …
I’d kill for a Reese’s Cup.
Damn peanut allergy.
“Give me liberty
or give me death. No wait I’m
Benedict Arnold…”
I just got back from Boston where parking at a meter cost me $175 and a trip to the impound yard.
Where’s Sam Adams when you need him?
The Sour Skittles are pretty good, btw.
If your taste leans towards sour flavoured candle wax I suppose .
Salami Samwich
You eat it than digest it
Than you go potty
Yeah, yeah.
Hear Al Sadr skittled out of town.
The quote is open!
Are we all still in haiku?
Shit, more syllables.
DEATH RECEIVED. NO LONGER
NEED LIBERTY, SKITTLES.
GIVE ME BRAINS OR BRAINS.
(Zombie haikus have six syllables in the first line.)
For shame, Jeff–Patrick Henry was a Reese’s Pieces man.
And “Zombie Haiku” would be a good name for a rock band.
Receding hairline.
Bon voyage, “Doogie Howser”.
Please give me a job.
Doogie has a job on CBS on some sitcom.
Boston is the birthplace of American Liberty…. and apparently it went home to die.
Nice haiku, Patrick.
No seasonal reference, though.
B minus at best.
pedantic loser
hung up on seasonal ref
Sean M is thy name
moqtada departs
al-sadr man but wiser
Run, don’t walk… or swing
Let’s see if I can makes this work..
How strangely will the
Tools of a Tyrant pervert
the plain Meaning of…………..words
yeah, see I run out of syllables there.
try this…
Mankind are governed
more by their feelings than by
reason. I’ve got pie!
Ouch, Maggie. Words hurt
Like sleet stings my face on an
Ice-cold winter night.
Okay, so the sleet
Thing was bullshit. I live in
Suburban SoCal.
Is bloody magic.
Ask what you can do
for your country’s enemies.
Kite flying children.
“And “Zombie Haiku†would be a good name for a rock band.
Posted by wishbone | permalink”
I’ll tell my son.
He works for Relapse Records.
Or maybe “Haiku Zombies”?
Sean M wrote:
Which means it could be
A senryu; shall we talk
About our foibles?
“Give Me Liberty
as well as skittles
Hold the Death”
– A**ie
There once was a patriot from Boston
(A city it’s easy to get lost in)
His car he parked
And indignation was sparked
At how much that decision was costin’