And in your dreams the
barrack-cool lawyer wins in
a cruel whitewash.
You can see yourself
on the Whitehouse lawn holding
important papers,
as a prophet of
boom plants plastic reminders
of the reddest necks
saving the world like
CREEP saved it from Richard in
in Watergate's halls.
I just can't believe
in what you think you can do
I just can't believe
the words from your lips
will not save you from the loons
'I am not a threat'.
I just can't believe
you are such a fool.
Comments
Nathan Bednarek | September 27, 2008 - 23:07
I like this. It's a shame that the third line of the first stanza loses its haiku structure having just 4 syllables instead of 5. Perhaps you could work on it a little? I still like the idea though.
Nathan.
Ewan | September 28, 2008 - 07:20
Well, it depends Nathan, if you pronounce the word as 'crool' or 'crewel'. :-)