Civ Haikus

THE BOOK OF CIV HAIKUS. by supermarket

supermarket press 2014

I showed off my new House on the civ subforum. It was griefed hours later.

"The market might fail." That's because our town is Full of poor people.

You didn't know that Fishing was a hack? That's why I suddenly have boots.

Cobblestone piled up High against the rocky cliffs. This road is not unknown.

Fighting, more fighting. Our government confidence Wanes, just like the moon.

We work hard. We buy Brew. It's poison, but we drink It. We don't care much.

How do I love you? Like Carbon's hate for bread. My Love's just as intense.

A sheep on a lonely Cliff; he bleats his sorrow. We Look towards tomorrow.

The winds are sudden, The pines grow wild, the winds blow. Yet, our islands grow.

Gold standard won't work In a town of twenty-five People who are poor.

I want carrots, wheat, Baked potatoes. Things not griefed So regularly.

Leather is a rich Man's resource. I can't ask for Something worth 1d.

All the good this game Has, and one sexual thing Gets an article.

War comes and goes like Seasons. Civcraft goes in and Out of it too much.

The sea calls my name. The ocean, a splash, a dive From a cliff high up.

Don't ask for me to make A house as large as yours. I Don't care to do it.

In the darkness, I Scream. Errant tracks go missing. I fear for my life.

I'll fish anywhere. It's the only way to gain What I can't afford.

The sound of a boat Hitting against world borders-- I'm suddenly sad.

Climbing strange islands With high terrain. I now See my foolishness.

Pumpkins are infrequent. Melons, moreso. Ghast tears? Don't even bother.

Spend all your money Reinforcing, only to Have nothing inside.