March 10, 2004
Dupont Circle Haikous
Find what you're seeking?
At Kramers, it's Dickens? No.
The hottie with Proust!
Who will bother me?
LaRouchies? Jews for Jesus?
Metro entrance sucks.
Soviet Safeway:
No Diet Coke. Whither my
Jiffy corn bread mix?
Pinko nutjobs screech
Yuppies. Pooping dogs. Chess games.
I love the Circle
Posted by rj3 at March 10, 2004 3:35 PM
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Posted by: Michael at March 10, 2004 3:49 PM
O farmer's market
Baby veggies for yuppies
Staff? Unwashed hippies.
Posted by: Cara at March 10, 2004 4:50 PM
has the cold medication enhanced your creativity? caused a sudden interest in haikus?
Posted by: nm at March 11, 2004 10:28 AM
Oh, forty-two bus
From home to Dupont, and back
A dollar twenty
Beautiful “S” bus
Straight down sixteenth. I love you.
Why always so full?
Posted by: chris at March 11, 2004 10:32 AM
Music for the rush
But silence all the long day
Street musicians' life.
Overpriced coffee
But the garlic bread's so fine
So tempting, Cosi!
Posted by: Michael at March 11, 2004 10:49 AM
Naah, it's not the cold medicine - I'm just too busy for actual posts. Here's another one, just for fun:
Burrito of sin
So fatty, but oh the guac.
Steak trumps willpower.
Posted by: Randolph at March 11, 2004 11:14 AM
What a CVS!
Prozac and pretzels and pens
Alas, the lines suck.
Posted by: Cara at March 11, 2004 11:26 AM
CVS Blows goats
The zombie cashiers, eyes glazed
Chatting on the phone.
Posted by: Randolph at March 11, 2004 12:20 PM
a brickskeller night
more beers here then any where
so rich, yet so poor
Posted by: Aaron G. at March 11, 2004 1:46 PM
Brickskeller waitress
Seduced by your eyes? Smile?
Naah. You can pick beers.
Posted by: Randolph at March 11, 2004 2:04 PM
But now at Kramers
Cal and Lisa treat us right
Cuz Sheaf's off at school.
My date is too drunk
If the fountain were full that
Would sober him up.
Posted by: Michael at March 11, 2004 2:49 PM
Indie Movie Plex
Allows C-V-S Patrons
To smuggle goobers
Posted by: Chris at March 11, 2004 3:40 PM
Spreadsheets, Stats and Tea
I've been here since eight fifteen
When shall I see home?
Posted by: Michael at March 11, 2004 5:40 PM
Michael, leave SoHo!
Too much tea and comfy chairs
Warps your brain function.
Posted by: Randolph at March 12, 2004 8:52 AM
No sitting solo
At Soho. Madmen beseech
For change, cigarettes.
Posted by: Cara at March 12, 2004 9:52 AM
Not at Soho I
Was still in the office then
Thank God it's Friday.
Posted by: Michael at March 12, 2004 10:23 AM
I'm so sick of work
I would stare out the window
But I don't have one.
Posted by: Randolph at March 12, 2004 10:28 AM
Are windows views to
One's soul? Mine looks outward to
Another office.
Posted by: chris at March 12, 2004 11:10 AM
No soul window here
Just cubicle walls, silence
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Posted by: Randolph at March 12, 2004 11:13 AM
Oh for a real cube
No walls nor privacy here
Boss watches me slack
Posted by: Aaron G. at March 12, 2004 12:11 PM
Basement, dank and dark;
Cockroaches for company.
Is it night or day?
Posted by: Amanda at March 12, 2004 1:04 PM
Basement mates prefer
hallelujah radio.
Cubes are over-rated.
Cube by only door
in, out, in, out, in, out, in
out in out in AUUUUUUUUGGGGGGHHHH!
Documentation
might stand to benefit from
a little haiku.
Posted by: Amanda at March 12, 2004 1:23 PM
Small-ish two-bedroom
Only thirteen hundred dollars
Montgomery deal?
Mold on windowframes,
defiant of all efforts,
marks passage of time.
Downtown Silver Spring!
Who else has your new wonders?
Every other burb.
Posted by: Amanda at March 12, 2004 1:27 PM
Late-week brain freeze: I'm
doing my real work in the
five-seven-five form.
If you do something
forty hours each week, its
hard to give a shit.
Mild hangover
little actual work left
Time for Fark and blog.
Posted by: Randolph at March 12, 2004 2:22 PM
One window one door
Near the coffee machine too
God I love my job.
Posted by: Michael at March 12, 2004 3:30 PM
I tried to trackback you, but I can't get it to work.
Posted by: Michael at March 16, 2004 8:42 PM
to have some predilection for the latter. The expense of a great lord feeds bank note comes into the hands of a consumer, he is generally obliged to
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