Summer Haiku Event

Your global warming.
Global cooling, possibly.
Purchase smog dollars?

Bad scientists lie.
Grant money flushed on Starbucks.
Brainwashed fan-boi-s cry.

Where are my soldiers
They are nowhere to be found
Are they in the ground

Adventures I love
The smell of victory now
Recruit! Share the brew

Only one more log
I will use it over there
It will block the bog

Haikus I know not
But of what I know a lot
These words I now jot

At least make it rhyme
So when you see father time
Buys it for a dime

We all contemplate
The cycle of empires
Seasons ebb and flow

There is not a sound
When a hardwood hits the ground
Unless its in town

This is number six
I can not go on like this
that is all I'm done