Like Lemonade
Desperate haiku from a long, wrong meeting about “helping” people:
Eyes with furry roof
Soft but styled words that
emerge from hair hedge
-dedicated to the hairy bureaucrat wearing suspenders
Fat women all here
to give what cannot be had
Small, kind attention
-for all the givers aka fat social workers
Who knew poverty
has fiscal year calendar
to meet key deadlines
-dedicated to the poor folks who do poor the right way
Two hours are gone
Who will remember meeting
Talking, not doing
-dedicated to my dwindling patience
Dreaming of cold bleach
Like lemonade on hot day
Pain from brain to gut
-an homage to sanity
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wrong paths taken, destiny misled, not knowing what is ahead. which way will life turn to meet you head on. the misgiven fortunes that rule what is to turn out.
so stay strong, go for it, do what you will, but remember to stay faithful to yourself for all of mankinds sake.
words from the wise one in your life.
Missing your dry humor
Caustic critique of the world
Blog is like soul food.
- dedicated to Stacey Hall’s writing, though I don’t think I’ve done it justice.
Thanks for the smile this morning- with 1.5 weeks of school before exams and a huge paper due, I needed it.
I am so glad you finally paid your true respects to the power of bleach by putting it in a haiku. I can now drink my bleach in peace.
You write very true and vivid!