FRIGIDNESS AS HAIKU
Polar vortex drift,
Meteorologist-coined words…
Suffering in air.
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Jet streams shifting routes,
Highs and Lows dancing Foxtrot…
Twirling fronts curtsey.
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Frigid air frosts lungs,
Sales of expectorant rise…
Obama claims new jobs.
–Jonathan Caswell
WORK DICHOTOMY AND THE DIABETIC
He’s struggling with blood sugar levels,
Trying to face his devils…
To test very much
Requires the bucks
To properly finance health revels.
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Symptoms are often the same,
Whether high or low in the game…
Sweat and jitters
And vision that glitters
This disease is worthy of the name.
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Tonight he’s feeling down,
No replacement yet has been found…
For the man fired
In December transpired
To upset all vacation grounds.
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He feels he’s the only one
Around when training is done…
Always second shift,
His may be a gift
But it rarely if ever is fun.
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He’s let himself be used
By others and feels abused…
They fake datum,
He can’t get at them
For getting along is what he’d choose.
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Maybe he feels put on, a little,
Not getting much sleep in the middle…
Of a long week
More sleep to seek,
So he won’t fall asleep at the griddle!
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 