People play their stuff,
People smoke their stuff, don’t care!
Put up and shut up!!

The tain travels slow,
Crawling and creeping along.
It hears my complaint.
As complex as simple is.
People play their stuff,
People smoke their stuff, don’t care!
Put up and shut up!!

The tain travels slow,
Crawling and creeping along.
It hears my complaint.
I dream of dreaming,
A dream that will take me far.
And wakes somewhere new.
Maybe I shouldn’t
Close these eyes tonight and dream,
But can it be stopped?
And so, I go slow
And then, fall even slower,
Down, ever deeper.
There’re things to get done,
Wash clothes and tidy, not fun.
And checking my phone.
Is anyone out there,
That like Haiku or don’t care.
I am addicted.
Haiku poems flow,
In any way, they find to go,
I follow on slow.