Posts Tagged ‘hypocrisy’

Fossil Fuel Commute Hypocrisy: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

December 6, 2016

He screams “NO!” to the/
pipeline, but then burns up four/
gallons of petrol.

I Learned My Lesson: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

March 5, 2014

She was my friend. How/
can I judge her for sinning/
how I used to sin?
OR

She was my friend. How/
can I judge her for doing/
what I used to do?

Hating Evil Love: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

August 11, 2013

The very evil/
I talked about not being,/
I now have become.
OR

The very evil/
I talked about not liking,/
I now have embraced.

The Pot Calling The Kettle Fat: Revolutionary Improv Limerick

May 2, 2013

There once was a woman named Zhen*/
Who’d exclaim, (each time she’d walk in):/
“LOOK AT THAT!
You guys are all FAT!”
Which would set us to crying again.
*(pronounced “Zen”)

OR
There once was a woman named Zhen/
(though herself not overly thin),
who’d exclaim: “LOOK AT THAT!
You guys are all FAT!”
Which would set us to whining* again.

*eating

Charity Hypocrisy: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

December 16, 2012

If you teach someone*/
to have charity, why then/
get mad when they give?

originally: *a girl

Being More Gooder: Revolutionary ConTEXTing Haiku

July 8, 2012

I want to be good,/
more than other guys women/
talk about who aren’t.

Tall Blonde Hypocracy: Romantic ConTEXTing Haiku

January 1, 2012

Why do they seek tall?/
Why not look at souls, hearts, minds?/
Why do I seek blonde?

Just Say It: Romantic ConTEXTing Poem

October 3, 2010

I thot 2 myself:/
“She can’t get her butt off the shelf,/
2 email, text or call me?/
Anything at all 2 me/
2 say/
‘It’s not U;/
go away./
We’re thru!'”/
So, I did.

Hypocrisy of the Unforgiving Liberal: A Revolutionary Improv Audio Poem

April 5, 2010

This was an improv poem I made up and recorded while driving away from a liberal friend’s house, after she declared “I can’t get over that.”

Interestingly,/
the ones who are the most liberal,/
always seem to be/
the ones who can’t forget at all./

But they hold your feet to the fire/
for events that transpired/
years before you met./
They can’t seem to forget … /

nor forgive./
What a way to live.