Haiku: Hot Stuff

It’s fire and brimstone

time for me.  It’s cool

not to be cold, but

this is


A hot tub set too

high.  Deodorant

doesn’t exist here.



rules.  The scent of sulphur

gets old, too.  And the

same crappy jobs.



endless holes, mopping

floors encrusted with

eons of sins.  You

wait on


napping bureaucrats,

who wake just to refuse.

Kafka’s nightmare


writ large.


j.o.  7/7/17




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