Another set of Haikus.

This a haiku.
It comes on like a hooker,
then gives YOU money.

This is another.
I cannot stress this enough,
that words mean nothing.

Some haikus are Frank.
Others are Selma Louise.
But this one's an Anne.

This was meant to be
the Devil's haiku,
but it's five five five.

That wasn't really
a haiku. More like something
out of a nightmare.

Speaking of nightmare,
I spoke to your mother and
she said she's dying.

Let's get simple here.
She's not made of stainless steal.
She was bound to rust.