In an effort to bolster the ever-assailed decorum of the Internet, Mollygood looks to poetry with Someone Haiku. Each day—using 17 syllables or less—you’re given the opportunity to wax poetic about some piece of flotsam or jetsam that’s washed up on the shores of Mollygood. Hopefully this Zen practice will not only bathe you in self-discovery, but also bring a touch of Eastern class to a global network of information that’s devolved into nothing more than tit websites and provocative MySpace pictures.
Apologies for the short break, especially to those who submitted entries to the last round, as they’re going to be ignored due to the staleness of the story with which they’re associated. I hope your personal sense of accomplishment outweighs any praise I could have given you.
But, what a wonderful topic we’ve been given to start anew. Today, let’s see haikus about the news and photos of Calum Best, Lindsay Lohan’s new boyfriend, doing lots of cocaine in a London hotel room with two hookers, and vacillating between sorrow (”I feel ashamed”) and fervor (”take a fucking line”). I’m not sure which is more outrageous: His behavior, or the fact that a $2,000 a night hooker gets to keep her bathrobe on while you get yayed out of your gourd.
This guy’s a sad disaster, and he’s perfect fodder for the 17 syllables you’ve kept pent up inside since the Someone Haiku break. Good luck.
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