Why Am I Like This?, a haiku by Robyn MacKinnon at Spillwords.com

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Why Am I Like This?

Robyn MacKinnon·September 26, 2021

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Why Am I Like This?

written by: Robyn MacKinnon

@art_rat

Why am I like this

5G powers to kick in

been Covid too long

NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR:

Illustration description: Cloudy, rainbow background. In the center, a wild haired, wild-eyed, cartoon figure sits cross-legged on the bottom dot of a wi-fi symbol. The symbol and the figure are both drawn in black and white, with the words of the haiku showing through in the rainbow colours of the background, within the bounds of each of the wi-fi symbol arches.

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Robyn MacKinnon

I am mostly a visual artist, but I like to create "found poetry", specifically daily haiku made from the statuses of my Facebook friends. It was my Mom who started this, and officially passed the responsibility onto me when she became too busy.

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