Weather has been fine.
Warm, sunny January—
Is that good or bad?
Deregulation—
Libertarianism—
Frees them—sucks us dry!
Egyptian turmoil!
When the ashes cool, what then?
Corruption ends? Sure!
Our guns, guaranteed,
Each year reap thirty thousand.
That’s what guns are for.
Corruption, old grease
Lubricating governance—
Let’s find purer oil.
With mind at empty,
Haiku form allows some verse—
Illusory poems.
(1/30/11)