Tag Archives: haiku
I like my paper Like I like my women: Three Holes and in binders.
This one was actually written by my 3-year old: I heard the sun rise A hundred years ago. Trees And rocks make me hungry.
Wanting my next fix I’m shaky, anxious, sweating. Time for Breaking Bad. (I got seriously addicted to this show. I know I’m behind the times. I’m catching up through Netflix.)
In honor of the RNC, I’m dusting off a few of my favorite old Haiku about Republicans. I wrote this one about four years ago. Ode to Sarah Palin So she has a cunt I’m supposed to be happy? Feminist, … Continue reading
The best alarm clock Is a cat. Mine wake me up By drawing my blood.
Shopping at Wal-Mart: Low prices but I die a Bit on the inside.
How long must a heat Wave continue before we Say it’s the climate?