Incoherent Thoughts Organized Into Neat Paragraphs

{Haikus}

Bug bites cover my
Legs, reminding me why I
Hate the summer time

What is an artist
But one who wears their scars as
metals of honor.

Summer is a guest
Thats over stayed her welcome
Can you please leave now?

Study, study, Stu-
Dy, die, die, die, die,
I am going to die.