Purell cleanses hands.
Microbial genocide.
I feel power.
Pen pushes freely.
Flowing lines translate anger.
Class action lawsuit.
Nokia, the love.
Age does not hide your beauty.
You are Forever.
New Orleans, Mad.
New Orleans, FEMA failure.
New Orleans, is my home.
(New Orleans can be said three different ways, four syllables (Nu Or Lee Anns), three syllables (Nu Or Leans), and two (Naw Lins). The first line uses four syllables, seconds uses three syllables, forth uses two. The further way you move from New Orleans the more syllables people use to say it. In this haiku, I tried to convey the different perspectives people from different areas have of New Orleans.)
Sunlight pierces skin.
Caramelizing light pigment.
Clouds seen in background.
Tears fall from her face.
Betrayal poisons the heart.
We die from each drop.
Eraser of wrongs.
You do your job well, thank you.
Only with pencil.
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