On Holidays at the Office

Empty cubicles,
dark hallways, locked offices.
My keyboard echoes.

I answer the phones,
and swear next year, I will save
some vacation days.

When clients run out of money

Abrupt project halt –
Unceremoniously
Kicked onto the bench.

Studying for tests,
I find myself inclined to
Compose this haiku:

Bored bored bored bored bored.
Bored bored bored bored bored board board?.
Bored bored bored bored bored.

On flame bait

Counting is easy!
Quality, not quantity
is key in haiku.

Alas, there are those
in our midst who flaunt the rules,
with five-eight-five verse.

Ridicule! Mock them!
And if that fails, deploy the
velociraptors.

He never should have pointed out to me his final-verse foible…

Not so you can throw lightswitch raves!

Trance songs: so much love!
But must you have such lengthy
intros and out-tros?