Corrente is having a haiku contest to describe the economy and/or the stress tests. My offering:
Green shoots? Smell my boots.
The whole thing is coming down
Just like rotten fruits.
(Haiku doesn't have to rhyme -- but there's no rule against it, is there?)
I woulda said "smell my toots" but that's just me
ReplyDeleteThe rule for a haiku is the number of syllable per line: 5, 7, 5. The poem must have only three lines and rhymes are not required.
ReplyDeleteI was aware of those rules, and I was under the impression that I had observed them.
ReplyDeleteWhere are those green shoots?
ReplyDeleteNo dough, no job, no health care
A warm and clear day!
Oh, there are rules...and humorous social commentary is called something else...renga...maybe not, that may be a chain poem...I can't recall, sorry!
ReplyDeleteBut the American version of the haiju is the cinquain...
5 lines, syllable count as follows: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2
We've no
debtor's prison
but rank untouchables
by scarlet credit score, to mark
out-castes.
Here are my contributions. I would have offered them to Corrente, but I'm too damn lazy to register.
ReplyDeleteWho is your Daddy?
Shut up, don't you know better?
Bow to your masters.
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Don't you get it?
To be a victim by choice
sets a great example.
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My whole family
is out of work. Who to blame?
We must be lazy.
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We should thank the banks
for our meager existence.
Who are we to judge?
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Who says you are smart?
You have fucked up everything.
Why aren't you in jail?
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Who gets my money?
Elaborate Ponzi Schemes.
Pass me my pitchfork.
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I once had a job.
Now I have desperation.
Congratulations.
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Mission Accomplished.
Break our backs, exploit our labor.
We like it like that.
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Where are the trials?
The social contract? broken.
We are all to blame.