By William Shaw
You don’t know me, but I bet you know my work:
Help me, I am trapped
In a haiku factory
Send help before they
That was one of mine.
I got a promotion for it: I do fortune cookies now, though I hope to move to fridge magnets.
Work is stripped down to essentials here. No guard rails, no rhyming dictionaries. Just words and ink, sweat and steel, with masks to stop the language poisoning.
The boss imposes quality control. He says haikus attract too many slackers. We work from five till seven till five again.
The word ‘refrigerator’ is forbidden.
Haha, brilliant, well done!
All those years at the haiku factory definitely paid off. This is witty beyond words….
Love this. Great work!
Excellent.
Inspired!
Love.