Sunday, October 21, 2018

game day stupidity
(tanka)

it's getting so old
watching the players acting
like they cured cancer

after every stupid play
whether they're winning or not

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it makes me wonder
what is their real objective
are they there to win

or are they auditioning
for some reality show







Saturday, October 13, 2018

like autumn leaves
(tanka)

my words are like sighs
that have little hope to share
cuz i never thought

the values of our nation
would just up and disappear

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like dry autumn leaves
they have died and blown away
leaving bare branches

that should survive the winter
but promise no more than that







Saturday, September 29, 2018

the beer testimony
(haiku)

it's just good to know
a man who loves to drink beer
sits on the high court

making decisions
that'll affect us for decades
under a beer buzz

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his kind of anger
should make any woman fear
sexual assault

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if prosperity
is the fruit of all your lies
you will always lie







Sunday, September 16, 2018

blogging in the usa
(haiku)

it's all so fleeting
one day something goes viral
the next day nothing

of course i define
viral as anything more
than seven pageviews

then out of the blue
i'll get a hundred or more
which really freaks me

so just imagine
how freaked i was when i got
over a thousand

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what does it all mean
i find myself wondering
as i post one more







Thursday, August 2, 2018

it's just a feeling but,
(haiku)

i strongly suspect
we are all suffering from
mass insanity

and no one knows it,
doctors don't even know it
cuz they're insane too

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like this old story,
everything doubled in size
while everyone slept

measuring tools too
so no one ever finds out
they are twice as big







Sunday, July 15, 2018

it can't happen here but,
(haiku)

it's happening here
and i'm literally obsessed
with it's progression

everyday i write
these stupid observations
centered around him

and i feel so stuck
in the proverbial mud
and i can't get out

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i should feel lucky,
l'm witnessing history
but i just feel sad







Wednesday, May 23, 2018

an ancient chinese poem i like

the worry seems no end
when it comes to searching 
your hearts desire
even when wearing out 
your shoes made of iron

yet without one's slightest effort
fate strikes and opportunity 
lands on your lap