The Poet--Books

Books

Read Alice in Wonderland...

don’t watch it on TV.

For when you watch, your mind’s controlled

and is not left roam free.

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The Poet--Genomics

Genomics

Genomics can reveal

what’s stored within your frame...

expose potential for

diseases, health or fame.

Remember though, each answer

can place on you an onus,

for rather than a cure,

the data’s but a bonus.

Your habits and your mores

have led to this crossway...

but,  not too late to pause

to check your DNA.

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The Poet--The Flu

The Flu

From whence came this vile disease,

these Lilliputian Erinyes?

But one penance to be served

or my “Toils of Hercules”?

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The Poet--M.L.K. Digested

M.L.K. Digested

Fools, would you judge by hue of skin

in lieu of what’s contained within?

If souls were bared to common view,

how few would bid you, “Enter in?”

by: James E. Cox, 1957

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The Poet--New Gun Laws

New Gun Laws

The government and media

now push for gun control...

we now must watch the N.R.A.

respond with rigmarole. 

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The Poet--Ship of State

The Ship of State

The Red and Blue have platforms

from which they pledge not ever shift...

like biased punk, let dissipate

or Ship of State remains adrift.

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The Poet--Gun Control

Gun Control

Pols as you mull what we can tote,

don’t ask the NRA.

By now you know just how they’ll vote...

the Second fills its repartee.

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The Poet--Raise the Debt?

Raise the Debt?

If we’d fallen off the cliff,

the pols...though some demur,  

ruled all must suffer equally

to give the debt its manicure.

Now we face another cliff

and pols say raise the debt...

from one cliff to another,

how quickly fools forget!

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The Poet--Our Debt

Our Debt

Again we face another cliff.

from problems our pols kept adrift.

Our debt was handled carelessly...

don’t foist it on our progeny.

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The Poet--Safe From The Cliff?

Safe From the Cliff?

The pols, again, of Red and Blue

have done, again, what they oft do...

used masking tape as cliff appears

for problems unresolved for years.

Don’t wait for me and my applause,

you’d have to wait till Arctic thaws...

(on which you’re also working.)

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