We know it's over. That hasn't kept it from our heads though. This afternoon, The Wire inspired haikus in us. By Ryan Stewart and Ellee Dean and Nina MacLaughlin.
The docks are empty
Loyalty won’t save us now
Handshake, shotgun, gone
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Stringer Bell, Avon
Two kings reign the streets supreme
Brothers, betrayal
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Ziggy plays the fool
A duck, and money burning
He’s got feelings too
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Take another swig
McNulty. Bury your truth:
B’more, your heart, burns.
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Thomas Carcetti
Promising the moon and stars
What price ambition?
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They call him Omar
His targets flee with great haste
The cheese stands alone
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Punch me with your eyes.
Troubled past, now clean, Cutty
I’ll call you Dennis.
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Streetsong won’t lull you
Mopes, dope, cops corrupt as well
Game where no one wins
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Way down in the hole
Under an old Dead blanket
Eyes red like Bubbles
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Down to the fire
Blood on backseats, not lovers
Corners for quick graves
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