The Laureate-Our Politicians

They start as lawyers...or like ilk.

They pander votes, then our land milk.

And when the voters throw them out...

as lobbyists resume to bilk.

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The Laureate-Life

Life

A trek with few signs ‘long the way,

and you know not what course to lay.

Many will proffer their advice,

but are not due the toll  you’ll  pay.

{No wise man  heeds the same fool  twice!}

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The Laureate-Delegates

If delegates are wined and dined,

and they are free to snub our mind

our vote is but a great expense...

for those who would control mankind.

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The Laureate-Next President

We can not choose a nominee.

We can at most but disagree.

In truth, my friends, we have no choice...

they come from D...and RNC.

{and delegates can mute your voice.}

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The Laureate-The Goal

Is it not strange that as we age

some see their problems like the sage...

lived goaded by the quest for wealth,

but near nadir they fear that gauge.

{Just open God’s Book and read that page}

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The Laureate-AZ Proposition 123

Our pols propose Prop 123...

sell land to teach our progeny.

It's sacred sod and when then gone

they'll seek another “money tree.”

{Don’t waste gelt on chateaubriand.}

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Logical?

Taxes are due few days ahead...

for land and home and state and Fed.

While charities and Red and Blue

now squeeze 'til checkbook sums turn red.

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The Laureate-The Political Debate

Listen, but heed all body signs.

Each move bares that the mouth consigns.

Though words are expressed with fever and force,

the candid chi oft redefines.

{It’s like poker...with your money.}

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The Laureate-Panama Papers redux

It is a crime to hide from view

great wealth for which a tax is due.

You prove to us your real worth...

you have no peers beyond the loo.

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The Laureate-Panama Papers

What a shock!  The rich now lie,

and to the laws do not comply?

Why do you think they sponsor PACs

to right their wrongs with pols they buy.

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The Laureate-The Vote

Our pols are cursed by the morass

left from good laws they failed to pass.

Now those who would be president

say they'll solve all by our votes cast.

{Same things they’ve said in all years past!}

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The Laureate-April Fool

April First…a day for play,

when fertile minds with humor stray

and those who fail in mental duels

are mockingly called “April Fools.”

But some are more than “April Fools,”

they’re prey for those who break the rules…

the cannibal whose will is whet

by waxing off another’s sweat. 

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