It's Still True. Why Quit? – Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Though I messed up once,/
I still believe and will try/
eternal marriage.

I Confess. I Lied: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku Lament

Yes, I know I’m a/
dirt bag pig dog and you should/
hate me. Get in line.
OR
Yes, I know I’m a/
fiduche pig dog. To despise/
me, take a number.

She wondered if I/
didn’t go dancing from fear./
More likely, I’m bored.

My ad lib lines are/
not well rehearsed. In fact, they/
are not lines at all.

I’d trim bushes so/
trees look taller, but noone/
visits anymore.

Is it mere numbers?/
Or is it more like genius,/
free and untethered?

We don’t need to be/
chastised or corrected, but/
just reconfigured.

Ive done everything/
she asked me to. Now what should/
I do? Wait for her?

When she stands up and/
moves to another table,/
that’s a clear signal.

If I don’t receive/
any inspiration, *whose/
fault will that then be?
OR
*who’s/
then accountable?