Do I Dare Expose Moi? Revolutionary Blogging Free Verse Poem

Do I dare expose me?
Do I dare
open up the soft,
white,
flabby,
pocked underbelly
of my past
to those I’m trying
to get to know?
To those who want to believe
the best about me?
To those who don’t know
this part,
Jean Valjean-ish,
24601,
about me?

Will they turn
and reject me,
my stupidity,
the pain I caused?
Do I hide?

Or do I enter the courthouse
and scream out
who I am
and what I did
and what I’m trying to
repent of,
throwing myself
on the mercy
of the court,
the jury of
Facebook peers?

Do I dare?

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We Are NOT Stu– : Revolutionary Napkin Haiku

I called myself the/
“Stu–” word, but the kid said “NO!”/
And you know? He’s right!

Stupid Predictive Text: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Rant

Siri: It’s “Poem”! Not/
“Home”, “Pole man”, or “pome”. (What is/
that anyway?) “POEM”!!!

What If I Don’t: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

If I don’t re-post/
some tripe I think is silly,/
I’m chicken or dumb?

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My best Valentine/
came from a married woman/
who gave me closure.

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When you drive stupid,/
but are a Pack shareholder,/
Green Bay cops are nice.

Tale Of A Stupid Fall: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku

The more I tell the/
story of my fall, the more/
stupider it sounds.

Omelette Ruined By Magic: Revolutionary Improv Haiku

I made an omelette./
Then my sister ruined lunch/
with stupid magic.

Trying To Forgive Stupid: Romantic ImproVerse Haiku

Yeah, ok. Sure. Totes.
I get it. Still, I would have
tried to forgive me.

Continuous Learning Process: Revolutionary Blogging Haiku

Why do I just keep/
being stooopid, instead of/
just simply being.