Take two lousy weeks off from haikuin' and the whole world goes to hell. Who'd have thunk that over the course of a fortnight that:
1) Tiger Woods could (mostly) stay out of the headlines and
2) Some dipsh*t would pack his Fruit-of-the-Looms with C4 and try to set it off after the final pretzel service of a flight and
3) The New York Jets would fall ass-backwards into the playoffs and
4) Global warming aside, it would get so cold in the East, they would be ice skating in the Everglades? (Not really, but it's damn cold...).
Back to the haiku grindstone as we pump out new poetry for a new decade.
Obama is pissed
that the CIA blew it,
even though dad called.
Democrats jump ship,
like rats off the Titanic.
Bad news for Barack.
done in by crap poll numbers,
and his own hubris.
The Jay Leno Show is dead,
a ratings train-wreck.
If you have any plans to sneak a bomb onto an airplane in your girdle this weekend, make sure you let your family know, get your name on a terrorist list, buy your one-way ticket with cash and phone the CIA a couple of weeks before you go. Those, apparently, are the ingredients for success. (But do the rest of us a favor and wait until you are alone with your twisted, miserable thoughts before blowing it up.)