Haikus
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Red sky at night is
Shepherd's delight. Green sky, though?
Freaks need new omens.

Freedom City nights.
Sortbot, fetch my funeral
suit of concrete please.

Jawbreaker tempo.
One hundred and eighty five
beat crits per minute.

AbomNation flags.
Rare and expensive and red.
Fine wine of our time.

I read mailnet once.
"Behold my works, ye mighty!",
it droned. I despaired.

You type "help help help".
I type "insert rod in me".
We are not the same.