Candidate Diary Haiku: Trade with Friends!

With wave after non-stop wave of passionate diaries love, love, loving or hate, hate, hating every one of our Dem candidates, it's hard for the artist in me not to be inspired.

Who amongst us hasn't signed on to dKos in recent weeks, only to find 80 percent of the recommended, and 30 of the most recent 50 diaries, overviewing the reason a particular candidate glows or blows.

Awash in the mix of utter adoration and utter disgust, my heart beats faster, my eyes well with tears, my breath gets more rapid. After a few minutes, I find myself moved to poetry...and I'm betting I'm not alone.

Haiku, baby. It's the perfect place to channel all this candidate-diary inspiration.

Five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables.

It forces an elegance of thought, an econony of verbiage, a pithiness of message that can't be beat. Try it, and see if you, too, can't boil down many of the candidate diaries of the minute into this crystalline art form:

Disgree with another diarist's presidential preference?

Your candidate sucks
And you, you suck even more
My candidate rocks!

Want people to pick your man or woman?

My candidate has
been touched by the hand of God
Your preference blows!

Hate Hillary?

Hillary Clinton
Bites the heads off live chickens
On the Senate floor

Loathe Barack?

Barack Obama
The Audacity of Hope?
Hope, my happy ass.

Mourning Edwards' departure from the field?

John was the clear choice.
Without him, Democracy
is lost. Fuckin' hell.

You're a Ron Paul fan?

Federal Reserve
Federal Fucking Reserve
Federal Reserve

Think the pundits get everything wrong?

The media whores
Who cover my choice suck cock
Where is Olbermann?

Just a start. Throw in below if you, too, have been inspired. I bow in advance of your poetic brilliance.