not a haiku, but still.
as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
i take a look at my juices and realize there's nothin left!
cause i've been waiting and vaping for so long that
even the mailman's thinkin "who is this cat"
i camp out at the mailbox rain sleet or snow
when will these juices arrive? only god truly knows
forget the steepin, open them up right there for a quick fix
even a day without juice is better than smoking the stink sticks!
wonkey pickle out :]