The Laureate-PACs

When watching pols you can't relax,

with but a waive came Super PACs.

It is the magic they do well...

It's how most lawyers guise the facts.

(And wary be what lawyers sell.)

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The Laureate-Doomsday's Clock

'Tis time that all Men must take stock

and fixate on the Doomsday Clock.

Our wars and wastes caused climate change,

which has our Mother Earth estrange.

We've ruined the lands where humans sow...

polluted seas where food could grow.

Lay down your swords, share brotherhood,

and all work toward the common good.

{Follow Mother Nature's plan,

or Man becomes an also-ran.

Water and food will be our Grail,

and Mankind dies if we should fail.}

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The Laureate-The Lesson

The Spartans at Thermopylae.

Horatius at the bridge.

They gave their foes but little room,

and filled the air with courage.

Confront your problems with the same.

Triage... face the strongest few.

Now they become on which you aim,

and all the rest may say adieu.

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The Laureate-Air Fare

The cost of gas is going down.

The cost of airfare rises.

They say ‘twas bought when gas was high...

logic like that surprises.

They've made the public angry

by packing planes like sardine cans.

They mash them to potato buds

and wonder why they have no fans.

And now they want to raise the fare

when the good logic isn't there.

Think! Most travelers own a car,

and many may say to them "au revoir."

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The Laureate-Debates

Oh Lord, how I hate a debate!

The foes select facts and inflate.

The truth matters not

for foes always plot

their rhetoric to dominate.

{From the book, Rubai by James E. Cox}

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The Laureate-MLK Digested

MLK Digested

(Worth saying again.)

But fools would judge on the 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 Laureate-Tax Increases

I’m forced to use the short form now.

for when I sum my tax,

deductions are now minuscule...

'cause that's how pols made my share wax.

                                                                     

{As they vowed no increase in percentage of income.}

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The Laureate-Non-Union Workers

When workers reject the unions,

which has been said, can be their due,

they should only share in the Union gains

if bosses feel that their due now askew.

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The Laureate-El Chapo

A movie of El Chapo

could bring him fame and hugs,

for it could tutor petty perps

to become thugs with drugs. 

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The Laureate-My Blog

My verses oft but illume the night.

The reader must sate his appetite.

The path is laid

for the crusade

but he must veer toward the right.

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The Laureate- The Media...it is a business.

I oft beshrew the media,

for printing biased facts.

When now I read the media,

I fear what lies reporters waxed.

The politicians lost esteem

because they oft spew out untruths.

The media, for shekels paid,

endorse pols to the voting booths.

(Their honesty is bought by fee.)

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The Laureate-Janus

Janus

(Namesake of January)

How often we like Janus gauge.

How oft we seem to lose our page.

In yore and vague tomorrow,

we wallow in our sorrow,

when this day’s trials we must assuage.

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