Fluff, the Haiku Vampire

Fluff, the Haiku Vampire

by Bruce Denby

Fluff, the Haiku Vampire, blogged lines by threes,
And climbed up through the Twitter stats far above the Wannabes,
Little Nietzche Market, loved that rascal Fluff,
And brought him mug & t-shirt deals, and other fancy stuff, oh,

Fluff, the Haiku Vampire, blogged lines by threes,
And climbed up through the Twitter stats far above the Wannabes,
Fluff, the Haiku Vampire, blogged lines by threes,
And climbed up through the Twitter stats far above the Wannabes,

Together they would prattle, on a theme of undead verse,
Fluff effused on love and death, while Nietzche held the purse,
Lonely geeks and housewives, would swoon where'er they came,
Normal folks bought useless crap at the drop of old Fluff's name, oh!

Fluff, the Haiku Vampire, blogged lines by threes,
And climbed up through the Twitter stats far above the Wannabes,
Fluff, the Haiku Vampire, blogged lines by threes,
And climbed up through the Twitter stats far above the Wannabes,

A vampire lives forever, but folks get eas'ly bored,
Gothic clothes and purple prose, at length, become a snore,
One grey night it happened, followers began to bail,
And Fluff that Haiku Vampire learned a brand new word called FAIL!

With head bent o'er the iPad, his posts all looked like dreck,
Fluff no longer sank his fangs into poetry's fine neck,
Without that business model, he'd lost his wholesome core,
So he switched to smut and insults, and folks loved him even more, LOL!

Fluff, the Haiku Vampire, blogged lines by threes,
And climbed up through the Twitter stats far above the Wannabes,
Fluff, the Haiku Vampire, blogged lines by threes,
And climbed up through the Twitter stats far above the Wannabes