In an effort to bolster the ever-assailed decorum of the Internet, Mollygood looks to poetry with Someone Haiku. Each day – using 17 syllables or less – you’re given the opportunity to wax poetic about some piece of flotsam or jetsam that’s washed up on the shores of Mollygood. Hopefully this Zen practice will not only bathe you in self-discovery, but also bring a touch of Eastern class to a global network of information that’s devolved into nothing more than tit websites and provocative MySpace pictures.
Today's Someone Haiku winner is sexyback:
Cigs, booze, leather skin
Just like my aunt in Tucson
Always root for kin.
Tucson references go a long way with me, especially ones about the ornery natives. Well done.
New one after the jump.
Today, scrap together a haiku referencing the inimitable Snoop Dogg's sparkling dinner prayer, taken from his new reality show, Snoop Dogg's Father Hood:
Dear heavenly God, why did you have us come all the way out here to eat this? … This is bullshit.
If you can't find the inspiration in that, you're dead weight. Good luck.
And, for more fantastic reality show quotables, check this out.



Snoop Dogg for the win! That's haiku in and of itself!
God says:
Don'tizzle
Bother mizzle
With dumbizzle
Quests, my nizzle
Cordozar Broadus
has turned saying grace into
something graceless. Word.
Ruby, almost!
Dear heavenly god,
why did we get served this shit?
This is some bullshit
Now it is.
God's reply
I'm G to the O
with a mo-fuckin' dizzle
You stupid ingrate
Lily: I think I love you. I have definately been usurped as a haiku goddess.
Snoop only thanks God
When the weed is strong enough:
Then bullshit tastes gooooooood.
Sugar Magnolia, no way, you rule. I thoroughly enjoyed the "word" ending.
I also enjoyed Betty Ford's as it seemed a really fitting tribute to the nick.
Our Father who art
in Hizzle, please save us
from this Snoop Dog shizzle.
rollin' down the street
sayin' prayers now, without
any reverence
We all knew that smoke
wasn't coming from incense.
Now let us prizay.
when your food really
sucks just drop it like it's hot,
drop it like it's hot.
dear God, i'd rather
be sipping on gin and juice
than this bull-shizzle!
It's all about
Tucson