Just a one-off experiment, really. 7 verses... all in the 5-7-5 syllable style that I grew up with: 'BLUE CHIPS' Crisply beginning My dinner of new haiku With gleaming palate. Though a jaunty chap I'll write about misery Like it or loathe it. Don't show me pity And don't say "Don't Be So Blue" My griefs are my own. Quite therapeutic For my filthy, hopeful mind. I'll write it all out! Title of my book? "Anxiety: Cruel Mistress." Really? Not so good? You see to yourself. I'll enjoy self-absorption. Don't piss on my chips. I have heard it said Brevity's the soul of wit So I think I'm done.