On Being “Woke” – ImproVerse Political Rhyming Haiku

If you have to say,/
In a self-right way, you’re “woke”,/
Then you’re still dreaming.

Following My Feelings: ImproVerse Haiku

If you tell me that /
following my feelings ain’t/
needed, I may stop.

When you tell me that /
following my feelings ain’t/
needed, should I stop?

Sunny skies, flowers,/
fields: Green and Gold’s our colors./
It sure isn’t blue.

It’s easy to see/
that which can kill you: Harder/
to leave it alone.

When you’re 40 pounds/
overweight and you try to/
play, you might break stuff.

It’s sad that, many/
years later, she can make me/
feel despicable.

The music which flows/
from her soul knows* what her mind/
can’t articulate.

OR
*shows

In the relentless/
mind-numbing, thought-boring, I/
ask how to escape.

You know you’re deep in/
the Bible Belt when billboards/
can quote Hosea.

One nice thing about
Southern back porch pickin’
is that you can enjoy some mighty fine music
even when you’re not invited over
to set for a spell.