Nobody's showered.
Can't sleep else robbed, stabbed, or humped.
Sugar fuels my night.
Bus full of convicts.
Hungry...vending machines broke.
They might eat me soon.
Dear Guy next to me,
My shoulder's not a pillow.
You drool when you sleep.
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Life in stanzas three - Ruminations of the world - Haiku potpourri
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