I know, I know, I'm wwwwaaaaayyyy behind. Lately I've been devoting my time to working on my second book, "Demontastic", and I've neglected the S.S. Liberace. Stick with me here, Jean Sprat's story will be told. In the mean time, here is some lovely poetry by our dear Dr. Leary.
-Ryan Robbins
Poetry by Dr. Timothy Leary XII
Essence of the Haiku
One two three four five,
I'm trying to make this rhyme
In five – seven – five
Stuck in a bathroom in Starbucks at Outpost Larry – Curly – Moe
#1
The graffiti says
Call here if you want a lay,
Or just a play date
Stuck in a Bathroom in Starbucks at Outpost Larry – Curly – Moe
#2
Flush – flush goes the bowl
Down and down into the hole
Where to no one knows.
Haiku #122
It is not a crime
To drink coke and turpentine
With a slice of lime.
Haiku #143
Love is a long road
When her face looks like a goat
And feet like a toad's
Flashback to the time when I was stuck in a bathroom in Starbucks at Outpost Larry – Curly – Moe
The head as my bed,
Where many defecated.
I wish I was dead.
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