HairKu Debate Summary, 2020

 

—Poetry by John Stickney, Wilmington, NC 

—Public Domain Photos by Joseph Nolan, Stockton, CA

TRUMP HAIRKU DEBATE SUMMARY
 
Rake da forest clean
Don’t lose the cows, Hunter Biden
pray for us, amen

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VETERANS’ DAY
 
Trump says:
 
Let’s lay a wreath
At the tomb
Of the Unknown Loser
 
Let’s say a prayer
For all those suckers
 
Put no other
Before me
 
March into the Valley of Death
Keep the Russian Bounty
Out of mind
 
All for my glory

 

 

 

 

 

PUTIN’S PUPPY
 
Really hugely
Enjoys pee play
 
Has been paper-trained
To defecate on
The Constitution
 
Will chew up
The scenery
The law
The White House
 
Little Puppy Donald
Digging up the trees
In the Rose Garden
Bad Little Donald
Melania says
Hitting him on
That Mushroom Dick
 
Watch little Donald
Wag his tail
Usually
Only Putin
Gets that reaction
Wag
Wagging
Wag
Little Donald
Makes all the boys proud

 

 

 

Not tonight, dear, I have a headache....

 

A TRUMP DEBATE HAIRKU
 
Flinging poop at you
The clown smiles through your pain
Proud Boys are such proud boys

 

 

 

 

WORLD OVERVIEW
 
An unidentified
Flying object
Observing
Putin’s Puppy
Flinging poop
Wonder how
A century
Of interstellar
Explorer’s manuals
Got it so wrong
To miss
Opposable thumbs
On a puppy’s
Paws

 

 

 

2020 Wolf

 

 

 

ZEN MIND, FOX MIND
Two Chris Wallace HairKu
 
In Fox mind there Is
only one True hand, heed the
sound of white hands clapping
 
* * *
 
Be the wind flowing
The river and water, this
Empty suit flutters on hanger

 

 

 

 

WILL YOU JUST SHUT UP, MAN?
 
Only in front of a Grand Jury
Only in a Courtroom after asserting the Fifth
Only when Melania pushes me away
Only when you ask me to recite the Lord’s Prayer
Only when Stormy Daniels spanks me
Only when sarcastically mainlining bleach
Only when Ivanka pushes my hands away
Only when my hair stylist praises my flowing locks
Only when eating KFC
Only when Putin speaks
Only when Fox shows their polls
Only when snorting hydroxychloroquine
Only when you talk about my tax returns
Only when Eric asks for money money daddy daddy
Only when 200,000 dead citizens sought help
Only when I am on the ventilator
Only when I am asked to renounce white supremacy

 

 

 

 

IN SUMMARY
 
My $75,000 hair deduction
Written off like 200,000 dead, what
Can I say—It is what it is

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Today’s LittleNip:

Free speech is not to be regulated like diseased cattle and impure butter. The audience that hissed yesterday may applaud today, even for the same performance.

—William O. Douglas

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Welcome back to the Kitchen, John, and why don’t you tell us what you really think about Trump? 😜 There are some things I’ll defend to the death, though, and free speech is one of them. Thanks, John, for sending us your work today.

Speaking of free speech, SnakePal Tom Goff wrote yesterday and reminded me that it was Sylvia Plath’s birthday, a day on which I serendipitously (and because of Marc Tan Low’s mention of her) chose to post a comment of hers about free speech. Below is a letter that Tom wrote once upon a time to Sylvia Plath’s biographer, Anne Stevenson (who has, sadly, passed away). Go to dianeravitch.net/2020/10/27/happy-birthday-sylvia-plath/?c=3130023#comment-3130023 to see the original.

Tom's letter said: Some years ago, I wrote to poet and Plath biographer Anne Stevenson (the author of Bitter Fame), on the subject of Sylvia Plath. She responded cordially from her home in Wales by a blue aerogramme (readers of Janet Malcolm’s “The Silent Woman” will recognize this type of mail). The gist of her response was this:

“Your letter pleased me particularly when you suggested that ‘the great poet’s cause is served best when her harsh and abrasive qualities are freely admitted, honestly, and without exaggeration.’ Yes, exactly. How could some saint or fantasy of ‘our culture’ have written Ariel? That volume seems to me to stand as a monument to UN-niceness. It explodes as no one else ever did, the fiction of the possibility of a ‘nice’ perpetual civilization. Poetry will never be the same again. Plath was important because she opened Pandora’s box. The question is, where now do we go? What can we say about ‘hope’—all that was left, you remember, after the insects of evil flew out to sting the world.”

Free speech seems to me to be one of those subjects that will never be clearly defined, yes? Does you knows it when you sees it? As Anne Stevenson says, “Where now do we go?”

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—Medusa

 

 

 

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