I’m nearly convinced
Andy Kaufman’s greatest bit
Has been “Donald Trump.”
Tag: haiku
Lockdown Diary: Day 307
What’s the matter? Hey,
Need some happy chatter? Say,
“Trump’s last Saturday!”
Lockdown Diary: Day 306
I lined up my ducks
But ere I could give the word
Their blindfolds fell off
Lockdown Diary: Day 305
Loving what you do
Doesn’t mean it isn’t work
Just that work sucks less
Lockdown Diary: Day 304
That impeachment vote
Was the screen door smacking Trump’s
Large, departing rump.
Lockdown Diary: Day 303
With this many dogs
Cruella could sew two coats
And still spare the stars
Lockdown Diary: Day 302
There’s a point at which
Just paying attention takes
All I have to give
Lockdown Diary: Day 301
They who sowed the seeds
And nurtured them may not claim
Shock at harvest time
Lockdown Diary: Day 300
Trump belongs in jail.
Some of his enablers, too,
But Trump most of all.
Lockdown Diary: Day 299
As the Trump sun sets,
Beware: Oft, atrocious deeds
Are wrought after dark.