Haikupalooza

As the Feral Mom points out here, it's National Poetry Month. Now, I may have majored in English, but I've scarcely even been fond of poems. I do make an exception for haiku—and not heartfelt haiku, but snotty/snarky/wiseacre haiku. Like the ones the Feral Mom has composed. My favorite of hers:

Belly swings gently
Two lobes, slight crease in middle
It's my second ass

Here's a topical one I'll write about how I'm feeling right this minute:

A migraine sucks ass
I threw some codeine at it
The fucker came back

Yes, that's right. I'm having a cranky day, and I'm still in my pajamas at 6 p.m. (Don't worry about passing along advice for managing migraines. I know all the tricks, and I only get a really pesky one like this every couple years. And it's not as if I'm vomiting, or unable to sit upright.)

Anyway, please think of something you have a bad attitude about and write a haiku about it in the comments, 'kay? Let us all wallow in a Haikupalooza of Pissiness. Pissiness, Snarkiness, Rudeness—anything with no socially redeeming overtones will do.