THE SHARK, haiku

 

The shark is swimming

The lovely girl is swimming

Fresh meat for dinner

 

 

 

BOSS, a poem

 

Boss, that workplace

term of subservience

spoken aloud

rankles my ears

Distaste

 

How sweet instead

is the sound of skipper,

rolling off the tongue,

light to the ears

Tolerable

 

In our republic,

no-one is a master,

no knee bending

to the monied or elected

Dignified