Bad Sunday Haiku

I.

I count your points. Blond-
haired 'flake who begs redemption,
there is no Santa.

II.

My inbox screams at
me, flails its monstrous arms and
stomps: Save us! Save us!

III.

Sunday night, five days
away from mandatory
family time, I pour

the scotch and grade the
research essays: pain now, some
to look forward to.

IV.

Here at the CC,
we smile because we have to;
customer service.