Trump Haiku: 4

[Each of these haiku is composed solely of the Donald’s own words.]
It’s amazing that
we even exist. Just look
at all the numbers.

A lot of people
would just let things die. I don’t
like to let things die.

They go after me,
I go after them, and they
drop out of the race.

I’ve given women
more than anybody else
in the industry.

Our country is being
taken away like candy
from a baby.

We are living
in an unbelievable
horrible world.
Lance Newman’s poems have appeared in print and web magazines published in Australia, Canada, the U.K., and the U.S., including 1913, BlazeVox, Fringe, Moria, No Tell Motel, nthposition, otoliths, Pemmican, Perigee, Stride, West Wind Review, and Zyzzyva. His two chapbooks, Come Kanab (Dusi-e/chaps Kollectiv, 2007) and 3by3by3 (Beard of Bees, 2010), are freely available on the web. He also curates the blogzine 3by3by3, a poetic experiment in human/machine collaboration.

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