Haiku Part II

Poem #18 National Poetry Month

Our world lies in ruin, 
The apocalypse is now. 
No more business casual.

There are not enough words. 
Art lacks what is necessary, 
To express my love.

It means more to you.
Your intentions have no guile. 
My pride means little.

How can you feel that?
You must be mentally deficient. 
Just listen to me.