Journal Poem #55
from JournalPoems Volume 2.
Here I sit pensive, dark and dreary
In a restaurant so expensive
Airplane mode
Typing haikuish Poem
Sitting in window seat
Awaiting land.
So I told the pizza chef, listen I know you’re still trying
To develop the world’s greatest sourdough crust
But you’re not quite there.
At the risk of sounding offensive
I must tell you,
This dough just taste
Like Matzos without the salt.
He just smiled and said, old friend:
Let me remind you, since you’re the one who told me
Dale Carnegie was quoted saying,
“This isn’t a bagel, it’s a white bread with a hole.”
And it’s not his fault.
We all want a better car
A better car, we all want a better car
Isn’t it just a little offensive
We here in America
Unhappy with the car we have
We all want a better fone
A better fone than the one we have
It’s a bit much, we, here unhappy
With the fone we own
We all want a better house
House
House
Isn’t it wild
We, so unhappy with the house we got
A better job?
Yeah, we all want a better job
Want, want, want,
Think we need, so unhappy
With the job we keep
What we really want
and need,
And deserve?
Simply a better life.
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