Haiku Of The Desperate Office Girl

Once again I find
I'm waiting for computers
To grant me freedom.

Freedom from this job
At least for this Thursday night.
Hey! It's my weekend!

Yeah, baby, I've got
One more personal day, yo!
And it starts right now.

(Did you see that "yo"
from the haiku above this?
I'm so embarassed.)

It's a matter of
getting the right number of
syllables, G dawg.

What the F is this?!
I don't think I even know
what I'm saying. Sigh.

Here's another try
at doing this the "right way."
Apologies, gang.

It's at fifty-eight
percent so that means I can
start to wrap it up.

One more Haiku, then?
I'll try to think of something
profound to say... nope.

I have a fat cat.
She's like a fuzzy pumpkin;
beautiful and orange.

Did I mention round?
Well, she's getting more round-ish.
Kitty-diet time.

(My writing group laughs
at my tubby orange kitty.
She just ignores them.)

Seriously, gang!
It's at eighty-eight percent.
How long must I wait?!

There is a nice beer
waiting for me at BJs
once I blow this joint.

I'm so excited
I get to take tomorrow
to do my own thing.

Hey, I guess that means
technically I could get drunk
tonight at the bar.

It'd be such a waste,
if I got a hang-over
on my day to write.