The Laureate-The Tax Reform

The Tax Reform

Give the rich more millions...

give Middle Class a whit.

Then ask that they adore you,

when you, and yours, glean most from it.

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The Laureate-Colin Kaepernick et al

Each is a part of this great land

and free speech granted one and all.

But actions made to take a stand

are mute...and non-sense can appall.

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The Laureate-The Prez and Jong-Un

When bullies brawl it’s always bad,

especially if it may harm you.

Know that while they push and shove,

you can not guess where bile may spew.

It’s time that someone loose a dove.

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The Laureate-ACA Redo

Sometimes it’s hard to start from scratch,

but know quite well what doesn’t work.

It’s best you don’t erase the slate...

revise all that has caused a quirk.

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The Laureate-The Affordable Healthcare Act

The White House wants to Act replace.

The Red pols but concoct disgrace.

For seven years they’ve vowed a change,

but so far they have but Red-face. 

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The Laureate-The Terrorists

The terrorists who hide from sight,

with scorpion’s and spider’s bite,

may find their mates know too they’re prey

and like those bugs with hugs indict. 

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The Laureate-Kim Jong Un

Kim Jong Un,

I rather doubt your people know

your country’s assets you now blow,

for weapons made to threaten war...

which may return as quid pro quo.

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The Laureate-Life 91317

Our troubles larger, more to abhor,

than any our predecessors suffered before?

Did they but combat such minor woes

as poverty, pestilence, nature and war?

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

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The Laureate-Hurricanes

Hurricanes are like our pols,

our media works overtime

to prep us for what they will do...

but never is what comes sublime.

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The Laureate-Trump's Tweets

When my Prez is happy

or sorely taken aback,

it matters not

if truth or rot,

on Twitter he’ll react.

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The Laureate-DACA

But fools would use their biased wrath

on those who entered without choice

to choose the proper legal path...

though since their actions earned a voice.

They learned our language, ne’er broken laws,

will serve our country without pause.

Though parents erred, no sin have they,

so pave the path to let them stay.

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The Laureate-North Korea

Nine nations have gone nuclear...

you have become the last.

And those who have the bomb

are aware the pall it casts.

You have become the only one

to threaten all with your bombast.

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The Laureate-September (9/11/2001)

Those martyred in the towers,

sixteen years ago,

were sacrificed by terrorists

to show the fear that they can sow.

They hoped their act of violence 

would prove their power to

dictate to our nation

and threaten me and you.

We found that they awakened us

to that which we hold dear...

brought pride in facing crises 

with zeal in lieu of fear.

And every anniversary 

of this so tragic day

we pledge that we will never let

our fervor fade away.

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