The Laureate-Gilded Lies

Gilded Lies

A gilded fact can mask a lie.

On such deceit, do not rely.

Though Pol or Prez, take what he says

and pause, demur, and verify.

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The Laureate- Markets Rise and Markets Fall

Markets Rise and Markets Fall!

Bulls oftentimes make Markets tall,

but Bears oft win that free-for-all.

Yet notice that most sages say,,.

” Damn!  What they say I can’t recall!”

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The Laureate-U of A, et al

U of A, et al

Universities have Law Schools...

students are taught how Justice rules.

Why do your contracts with a coach,

oft make you look like bungling fools.

{Do not reward malfeasance.}

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The Laureate-The Donald

The Donald

The Prez tends to tout his reign

by hurling on past foes distain.

As if past battles that he won

are trips his ego can’t constrain.

{The past, my Prez, is spun...and done!}

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The Laureate-To the NRA {I’ll say it again.}

To the NRA {I’ll say it again.}

It’s past time that the NRA

prove that those within have sense.

Recognize some make men prey

and havoc they dispense.

Sure, hunt for bear, or elk, or hare

and mount it on your wall,

but you don’t need a Tommy gun

to make the critter fall.

All should own a gun to hunt

and weapon to protect.

But, those who need to arm for war

are soldiers...or suspect.

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The Laureate-Listen To The Children

Listen To The Children

Listen to the children’s rage.

and notice who they now engage.

Their parents are the voters...

and very soon they’ll reach that stage.

{Pols:  Amend 2 grants gun for you... but NRA reads a cache.

For that distinction they you pay...and so you may.}

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The Laureate-The (Gun Sales) List

The (Gun Sales) List

Don’t buy a gun for someone else,

the list says you’re the owner.

If it’s use abets a crime,

it’s more than just a boner.

You are as guilty as the perp...

and both must serve their time.

{Protect your gun to protect yourself.}

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The Laureate-Don't Mace Them, Face Them!

Don’t Mace Them, Face Them!

Problems need fast resolution...

shotgun invectives...poor solution.

For fear oft makes the cause obscure,

and can roil the flow to cure.

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The Laureate-A Law Absurd For Those Disturbed

A Law Absurd For Those Disturbed

I can’t believe pols pass a law

to help disturbed souls buy a gun.

Then, when our children’s lives are lost,

can’t sense this flaw must be undone.

 {And guess who signed it into law!}

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The Laureate-Russian Interference

Russian Interference

I fail to see the logic!

Though perps have lied to those who vote,

the last election was not fazed...

that's more than much too hard to tote.

{And he that said that must be dazed}

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The Laureate-The Russian Invasion

The Russian Invasion

We bared the Russian operation

of meddling with our last election.

Tell Trump that this is not fake news...

time to destroy the web they spun.

{Lest he maintains his other views.}

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The Laureate-Another Deadly Shooting {Parkland Florida School}

Another Deadly Shooting

{Parkland, Florida School}

How many good souls have to die

till pols decry their alibi?

With money dark from NRA,

pols make our problems magnify.

How long before the voters rise

and send you on your way?

And all dark money in the world

will not convince them you can stay.

‘Tis time pols pass a law that meets

the intent of our Constitution...

and know forefathers did not mean

arsenals are best solution.

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The Laureate- Whitehouse Soap Opera

Whitehouse Soap Opera

I say it is a Whitehouse play,

with scrip that no one understands.

Where Prez, and all, seem not recall

they’re there to warm, not chill, their fans.

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The Laureate-The Deficit

The Deficit

You’d drive us deeper into debt...

guess billionaires do not need fret.

But, the Poor and Middle Class

have to pay what you’d beget.

{Again your laws bode most morass.}

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The Laureate-Infrastructure Plan

Infrastructure Plan

The Prez now plans to pass a law,

but feels the money he will draw

must come from states, a mite from Feds,

for he still plans parade and wall.

{let’s hope our bridges wait to fall...

it is tax money, after all!}

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The Laureate-Choose Well, My Friends

Choose Well, My Friends

Intelligence and honesty

in those that you’d have by your side,

can help you through the toughest times...

for you can heed what they will guide.

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The Laureate-Reality

Reality

Prez seems to think he runs this show

but fails to use reality.

The problem that brings him most woe...

script and truth oft disagree.

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The Laureate-The Prez’ Spectacle

The Prez’ Spectacle

Let’s give our military aid,

that’s what our Prez to us conveyed.

He wants to give them billions more...

then blow it on a damned parade.

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The Laureate-Perjury

Perjury

Prez’ lawyers say don’t testify

for fear in court he’ll tell a lie.

{And, any post that he may tweet

cannot, one whit, detoxify.}

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The Laureate-The Bears Are Back?

The Bears Are Back?

The Pres oft brags...and stretches facts.

This day he’s stressed up to the max.

The Market plunged at record rate...

his biggest boast now worries wax.

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The Laureate-The Red Pol's Ploy

The Red Pol's Ploy

Independent for many a year,

Red pols still treat me as a peer.

That is to say they seek my ”aye”...

I thought my “nay” was very clear.

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The Laureate-Sunset 2218

Sunset 2218

How can you watch this day’s sunset

and not thank God for solace met.

He said to follow His ten rules

to live each day with no regret.

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The Laureate-Beautiful Clean Coal!

Beautiful Clean Coal!

Where do you find clean coal?

I’d really like to know.      

Why not solar, waves or wind?

They’re ample and will cause less woe.

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