SAG Haiku, No Guts, No Glory

It suddenly got very serious, didn’t it? The other shoe dropped and suddenly all the fun was gone from the Oscar race. Let’s liven it up with a little haiku and a No Guts, No Glory.

First, the haiku–five syllables, seven syllables, five syllables.

My heart is broken.
Readers hate my obsession.
Why so serious?

Will Kate manage two?
A housewife and a reader.
She had sex in both.

Where is your conscience?
Nowhere you can get at it.
Streep is still the queen.

Now, No Guts, No Glory for tonight’s SAG — please only choose one this time.

Mine: Frank Langella wins for Frost/Nixon