GOP Debate in Haiku

By popular demand…..

GOP Debate

Ten dudes, one chick, one handler

And one big ass plane

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With them all lined up

Looks like a beauty pageant

Trump owns this one too

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Carly’s not alone

Don thinks Rand is ugly too

Chris Christie you’re next

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To deal with Russia

Trump goes golfing with Putin

And shows his big balls

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We have a winner

Planned parenthood and Iran

Best non sequitur

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When the Donald speaks

He tells us what “we all know”

Even if we don’t

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I don’t remember

The Reagan years like they do

Which of us was high

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Marco Rubio

Sounds like a movie trailer

For disaster porn

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I wonder if Jeb

Swaps tales with Eli Manning

Little bro syndrome

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Senator Graham’s troops

Look bigger cause they’re metric

Need conversion chart

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Jeb says he smoked pot

And now I like him better

I feel so dirty

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“We all look alike”

Fiorina shakes her head

Not from the waist down

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Let’s save our children

From Islamic terrorists

Ban science projects

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Donald Trump believes

His code name would be “Humble”

My bet? “Combover”

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Sex drugs rock n roll

GOP, just outlaw fun

And make it simple

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I’m three hours in

So our “official language”

Is all adjectives?

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Is it my tv?

The Donald’s face is redder

Than Huckabee’s tie

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Trump has more haiku

Than the other candidates

Just like his air time

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All the candidates

Compare themselves to Reagan

The big ass plane wins

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I’ll be live-tweeting my thoughts

But in haiku form

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The fun starts at eight

I’m skipping the kid’s table

Unless I’m real bored

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I’m also playing

The Rolling Stone drinking game

To up the ante

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If it gets dull we’ll

Discuss Donald’s combover

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For some wonk-haiku

Hey Donald Trump, do you kiss your daughter with that mouth?


Mr. X was in his fifties. I was in my early twenties. He had been with the company for all of his career. I was fresh out of college.

He was a gnat in a short-sleeved dress shirt. He questioned my analytical methods and argued my findings. He tattled to management with my mistakes and afterwards, scolded me like an disapproving father.

The company hired troops of newly minted graduates every year, knowing that most would get flushed out of the system by the hours and the workload or would get recruited by other companies in bigger, more interesting cities. He didn’t treat any of the other newbies the way he treated me.

My boss told me to ignore it.

I did my best, but dang, he made my quills twitch.

One day he demanded information that hadn’t been approved for release, and I refused. That’s when he crossed the final line.

“I’ve been in this business since before you were born, little girl.” He gave the last two words extra emphasis, as if the rest was just filler.

Little girl? Is that what this had been about all of this time?

I’d like to say I responded in a professional manner, but I went full porcupine.

“And I’ll be in it after you’re dead, so tell me, who wins?”

Neither of us told our management about our exchange.

In an alternate universe, I might have learned a lot from him. But every time he opened his mouth, all I heard was little girl.

When I left the company he said that “he’d miss sparring with me.” I told him I would not miss sparring with him one bit.

I know he didn’t behave that way because he was a man. He behaved that way because he was a misogynist. Mr. X only saw me through the filter of gender. My greatest teacher and mentor was a man. He wasn’t always easy on me either, but when he looked at me he only saw my potential. And he never called me little girl.

So when Donald Trump talks, all I hear is blah blah blah, ugly, pig, loser, disgusting, slob, dog, He has no problem telling a woman she’d be a pretty picture on her knees or referring to her as a piece of ass. He attacked the credibility of a newscaster because she asked him to account for his own words, and then retweeted comments calling her a bimbo and even worse, unbecoming.

Afterwards he said “it’s fun; it’s kidding,” then denied it altogether. (USA Today’s Fact Check says otherwise.)

He clearly respects his daughter, Ivanka. She’s heavily involved in running his company. How would he react if someone intimated she could dust off the old kneepads? Would he find it “fun”?

She insists that he “cherishes and adores women.”

He might want to start with a little respect first.