strude – Tales of Strude

the well has gone dry-
even shit’s hard to come by
in shitty haiku

this is work not church
I don’t care about your god
nor your fairy tales

hawk circles, searches,
waits for its sweet, just reward-
another friday

was so good before,
since pandemic not so much-
the clock is ticking

once again, morons
no, X does not equal Y
same shit diff’rent day

rivers in a drought
cannot find what will not come-
so very tired

another shooting
it’s like thoughts and prayers don’t work
no one’s listening

another day down
where the hell am I headed-
a stream to nowhere

I am a DM
never know if they like it
I try really hard

I am the sad worm
for whom the early bird tolls-
AM meetings suck