Haiku Ca Choo

If you know my blog at all, you know I ain’t down with the haiku. There’s a reason for that, and it’s rather simple. I’m shit for when it comes to budgeting my words. When it comes to thoughts put to paper, I spend more than a Washington bureaucrat after a three Martini breakfast.

That’s why my attempts at poetry and haiku are (unintentionally) hilarious. I don’t dig on greeting cards, I have nothing to talk about on Twitter and I cannot for the life of me figure out how the whole 5 to 7 to 5 thing makes any sense. But . . . Imma try a haiku on for size since it’s Tuesday. And as far as horoscopes are concerned, I’ve given Taurus enough beatings. (Gemini? You’re in my batter’s box).

Without further to do, a haiku.

Things overheard in line at Starbucks

Skim, soy and angry

A specific pettiness

These people suck balls

59 thoughts on “Haiku Ca Choo

  1. Bwahaha. You’re pretty dang good at Haiku, Marc. Trust me. Bt I’m with you, those limited poetry or word count challenges…definitely not my jam. Then again, I was always rather more fond of honey than that icky grapey stuff. 🀒

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