I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Poor business decision
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I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
I quit my job to
work on my haiku blog. Chance
of millions, slim / none.
Wisdom’s spark. Fortune
cookie poetry message
ignites hope change growth.
Carbs like clouds. When gone
clarity returns. Blue sky
thinking open mind.
Vague tomorrow is
malleable until tempered
by the here and now.
Drops by at four, raids
the fridge, toasts unhappy hour
to his firing squad.
Why bother vowing
change when you’re satisfied with
your lazy-ass self?
He’s prettier than
her, constantly sculpting his
man bun with groomed hands.
Once her nest, now a
museum to her old self.
Home is elsewhere.
Held back by your tight
seventeen syllable leash,
I write elsewhere now.
Shivering at the
airport. Colder than O’Hare.
Turn back, refund flight.