Haiku

	We’re chippin’ at the moon with an old bone
	Issa and her sister chip until the moon is gone
	An endless row of wagons in the snow
	Issa grabs her sister says c’mon let’s go ‘cause
	Yeah, I think I’ll write a haiku
	Well, you know as well as I do
	You gotta, gott have a high IQ
	So eat this and have a cup of tea
	Widow lighting lamps at cock crow
	Sengai stamps to help his blood flow
	From his brush figures rush
	In the middle sits a poet
	Almost smothered, almost crushed, crying
	"yeah, I think I'll write a haiku..."
	(Systole, diastole
	Dealing with the parts but
	Feeling with the whole.)
	Yo!
	Han Shan's tears, small worlds
	Resting on the spears of warlords
	In the wood a drop of blood
	Hits an inky pond which ripples as it should...

	We' re chippin' at the moon with an old bone
	Issa and her sister chip until the moon is gone
	An endless row of wagons in the snow
	Issa grabs her sister says c' mon let' s go ' cause
	Yeah, I think I' ll write a haiku
	Well, you know as well as I do
	You gotta, gott have a high IQ
	So eat this and have a cup of tea
	Widow lighting lamps at cock crow
	Sengai stamps to help his blood flow
	From his brush figures rush
	In the middle sits a poet
	Almost smothered, almost crushed, crying
	" yeah, I think I' ll write a haiku..."
	Systole, diastole
	Dealing with the parts but
	Feeling with the whole.
	Yo!
	Han Shan' s tears, small worlds
	Resting on the spears of warlords
	In the wood a drop of blood
	Hits an inky pond which ripples as it should...