HAIKU
moonlight pouring down
against a distant black tree --
dogs bark at nothing.
Eating croissants ought to be
elegant and fancy-free.
But those crescents flake away;
never in firm shape they stay.
Then they turn into a blob,
making me look like a slob.
more to follow . . .
Kim Jong-un a rocket fired,
then his own prestige admired.
His missile over Japanese
landscape traveled with great ease.
Tokyo, unlike the Buddha,
took umbrage at that hijo de puta.
The market is in turmoil;
stocks and bonds may soon decline.
The bankers are uncertain;
their pronouncements sibylline.
Inflation's running rampant
and the Fed won't compromise.
The only thing that's certain
is an order of french fries.
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