The Laureate-April Fools

April Fools

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 each day for modern ghouls...

the cannibals whose wills are whet

by waxing off another’s sweat.

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The Laureate-Lies Just Disguise

Lies Just Disguise. {Senyru}

Though your sin’s unknown

in your Chi it is full-blown...

there you will atone!

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The Laureate-The Melania Letter

The Melania Letter

I don’t know why the RNC

thinks I should give them my money.

I vote as an Independent...

have asked they check and let me be.

This day First Lady wrote

and asked on Trump I dote.

I’m not that dumb...

and mind not numb

that I would e’er the Don promote.

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The Laureate-Barr's Review

Barr’s Review

So many lawyers to respond

lets Prez control his magic wand.

Again, he shoots chaff in the air,

and where it lands he does not care...

his critics have with him a bond.

{...have critics paid the truth waylaid!?}

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The Laureate-Is Barr Savior?

Is Barr Savior ?

Surrounded by Secret Service

the President bullies the Blue.

His tweets don’t make him nervous...

he feels safe to let his bile spew.

{...most Dons do!}

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The Laureate-The Green New Deal

The Green New Deal

Trillions in debt don’t phase some pols,

the same don’t care re water and air.

The Green New Deal now brings their scowls,

but they’re in charge of our welfare.

We are in debt because of waste...

spent not on our infrastructure.

It’s time the people are embraced,

and pols assure that we endure.

{Mother Nature is in a snit,

‘tis best that you get on with it!}

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The Laureate-Mueller and the Media

Mueller and the Media

‘Tis now the time that patience rules....

all facts must be assayed.

The data can have many hues...

and logic e’er obeyed.

(Best wait...sans prate!)

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The Laureate-The Report

The Report

Report is out and some now shout.

Prez base expects he will save face.

But now his tweets can not win out

for truth, alone, yields smiles...disgrace.

{If Barr doesn’t redact the facts!}

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The Laureate-Loud Commercials

Loud Commercials

Loud commercials get attention,

mainly when the actors scream.

I make a note on whom to shun...

that hawker’s held in low esteem.

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The Laureate-Spring

Spring

The birds and bees and youths now sing...

the winter grouch should now relax.

That’s true, but there’s just one more thing...

he has to pay his income tax.

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The Laureate-Prez' Braggadocios [A Senyru}

Trump’s Braggadocios {A Senryu}

To brag is foolish,

excel and records will glow...

 crows you taint with faux.

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The Laureate-God's Caravan

God’s Caravan

Let knowledge be your Holy Grail...

keep path unsullied without fail...

to aid, not harm, your fellow Man,

joins you within God’s caravan.

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The Laureate-The Veto

The Veto

The Prez has thrown down his gage,

and challenged both the Blue and Red.

Permit him to rule the stage,

and “Prez” becomes a “Tsar” to dread.

{PICK IT UP!}

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The Laureate-St Patrick's Day

St. Patrick’s Day

No need to sail to Erin

to meet the people there. 

St Patrick’s Day we’re sharin’

same smiles they always wear. 

For we are honored Irish

this one day of the year,

and we must toast to all our wish

with liters of green beer.

So let us rise together

and lift and quaff our cups. 

Though God knows soon hereafter

there’s headaches and hiccups.

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The Laureate-New Zealand Murders

New Zealand Murders

Forty-nine Muslims murdered in mosques,

and assassin showed no remorse...

just like the White Supremacists

that our Prez must divorce.

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The Laureate-Get an FAA aye.

Get An FAA Aye.

To keep the airplanes safer...

pilots write down what seems unsound.

Don’t take them up unless they purr...

or captains should not leave the ground.

Mechanics must heed what they say,

though it takes a week of time.

And clear it through the FAA...

or they commit a crime.

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The Laureate-Impeachment!

Impeachment!

Prez throws his missiles at the Blue...

they try to step aside.

‘Tis time that they now throw some too

and have his problems amplified.
{The Don best step aside!}

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The Laureate-Trump's Presidency

Trump’s Presidency

Your presidency cost trillions

to satisfy your minions.

Take a tip,

change your script...

we can’t afford the web you’ve spun.

{...or it may be, “One and Done.”}

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The Laureate-Man's Future.

Man’s Future

Sages have searched into Man’s past,

looked at debris, and are aghast.

Man’s future is in jeopardy

and best not let our blunders last.

{Find tools to reuse!}

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The Laureate-The Manafort Trial {District Judge T. S. Ellis}

The Manafort Trial

{District Judge T. S. Ellis}

The Judge relieved  Paul Manafort

of the burdens of his crimes...

said though he had many a tort,

he did good things oft times.

I question how for all those years

he cheated us through banks and tax,

the judge decided those arrears

so easy to relax.

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The Laureate-Manafort (Redux)

Manafort  {Redux}

I listen, absorb, ponder and weigh.

I listen to all a judge may say.

But that redacted I can’t know...

and that the judge can hide away.

(I feel the crook now struts this day!)

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The Laureate-Paul Manafort

Paul Manafort

I know I’m not a legal judge,

but feel good judge of people.

Although, he did white-collar crimes...
 your call I'd say...not meaningful.

{Oh Judge! His time...at least must rhyme.}

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The Laureate-Executive Privilege

Executive Privilege

Prez’ executive privilege

may very oft give him the edge,

but when he slanders and defames...

could be the voters he inflames.

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The Laureate-Prez' National Emergency

The Prez’ National Emergency

Pols Red and Blue best know it’s true

your State’s voters count on you.

If you bend and their needs rend,

your time as pol just may be through.

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The Laureate-The Ranting Prez

The Ranting Prez

Trump’s ranting  from his “catbird seat”

sounds like his mind has lost a beat.

He’s castigating all but Base

with fetid words...he may soon eat.

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The Laureate-Trump's Base

Trump’s Base

Trump’s base must have rigor mortis...

they don’t react to latest news.

If he says it's all a lie,

they are not stirred by bad reviews.

{Is his base cool with his disgrace?}

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