The Laureate-My Prez 103117

My Prez 103117

Your ratings sink in the morass,

because on Twitter you harass...

or ‘cause your tax breaks for the rich

alienate the Middle Class?

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The Laureate-Collusion

Collusion

Peel perps just like an onion,

not physically, of course,

for you must bare

what’s hidden there

to find corruption’s intercourse.

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The Laureate-The Charlatans.

The Charlatans

They’re charlatans and libertines...

the rich who work behind the scenes.

They’ll buy a pol

then morph afoul

of where his ethic leans.

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The Laureate-Corker, Flake, et al

Corker, Flake, et al

It is sad to see the able

feel they must leave the table,

because the host feels uppermost

can facts or fables label.

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The Laureate-The Egotist

The Egotist

Never ask an egotist

of what he does excel.

He will recite his lengthy list

until your mind hears doomsday’s knell.

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The Laureate-From the Middle Class and Poor

From The Middle Class...and Poor

Remember pols who share the Red,

forked tongues worked once but may no more.

If Free Speech now lights laws we’ll dread...

our votes may just remove your spore.

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The Laureate-Dear Prez 102017

                          Dear Prez, 

When you decry your cause went wry

because of false facts in the news.

Know that the lie that you imply

the same as falsehoods you diffuse.

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The Laureate-Change

Change

In times of change you must take heed.

Watch the growth of every seed...

then wait for more than just a mite

to verify that all went right...

and even then with stealth proceed.

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The Laureate-Free Speech 101617

Free Speech

Free speech is granted all of us.

But, lies should be superfluous

from any law where our ethos

should control what we discuss.

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The Laureate-Congress 101417

Congress 101417

Can you not fathom their clever game...

most  promises will prove in vain.

They know they can not meet their pledge,

but their white lies oft earn acclaim.

{Lower taxes, reduce deductions.}

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The Laureate-To Congress 101117

To Congress 101117

Try to recall our yesterdays...

when you could not see through the haze.

With lungs afire and weeping eyes,

you found the answers in the maze.

You passed laws to deter the smog...

coal, waste and cars would air not clog.

And if you now erase that slate

our votes may write your epilogue.

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The Laureate-The Future

The Future

{Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.}

                                                                                 George Santayana.

Laws are written to control

what reckless men will do for wealth.

In the past the feral way

would but destroy our nation’s health.

And now our politicians

remove the laws that bind,

and threaten to again allow

the nation’s felons unconfined...

which could destroy all of humankind.

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The laureate-Weekends

The Weekends

I watch but sports on the TV.

I root for my teams, normally.

But games oft end like laws pols passed...

they seldom seem are meant for me.

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The Laureate-Vegas et al

My Prez,

Las Vegas proved that triage works.

You can respond to all life’s quirks,

if those who lead

react with speed...

and never, ever with me-jerks.

{In life, the best team wins.}

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The Laureate-Las Vegas

Las Vegas

Again a tortured soul,

from what we know not why,

ends the lives of many...

decided they should die.

So many lives were ruined,

even for his kith and kin,

and relatives of those he slew

must find a way...again begin .

I am not judge nor jury,

now God decides his fate.

But we must find an answer

lest NRA makes task too great.

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The Laureate-Power

Power corrupts, Lord Acton said,

if absolute...absolutely.

Powerful pols can feather their nest...

so best use your vote astutely. 

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