Whitechapel Haiku

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my knife is so nice
not even the fog
will grass on me

insects singing
to thinned down whores
i shan’t quit

leather apron moon
gives winter a thread
till i get buckled

red stuff i saved
some little games
flea don’t jump!

gazing at flowers
my ginger beer bottle
on the roof of Hell

burnt scarecrows
i fried half a Kidne I took
a glimpse of lightning

saucy Jackys work
i send tother piece 
you’ll hear brightness

still a caterpillar
that joke about ripping them
till i fly away