The Laureate-Prez Needs Zen, Not Footmen {Haiku}

Prez Needs Zen, Not Footmen. {Haiku}

Prez feels he must lie

for his base to lift him high...

Chi should vivify.

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The Laureate-Russian Propaganda

Russian Propaganda

The Prez denies the Putin aid.

He roars there was no collusion...

but Russian propaganda lies

to voters were not illusion.

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The Laureate-Pols of the GOP

Pols of the GOP

                    

You continue to support

a Prez who acts above the law,

who lies and with despots consort...

yet, stand with him through it all.

Remember, voters in your state

asked you to support their needs.

If those facts have made them grate,

what voters crave supersedes.

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The Laureate-Prez Lawyers

Prez Lawyers

Show Prez lawyers pity,

although they’ll sate their kitty.

They slake his lies that demonize

Prez’ nitty-gritty.

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The Laureate-Civilization. {Haiku}

Civilization

Alcohol saved it.

It killed germs in what folks drank...

too much, Chi goes blank. 

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The Laureate-Let The Donald Be Bridled

Let The Donald Be Bridled

Don’t let this Prez become our tsar 

and fling Constitution’s rules afar.

He has made it very clear,

it is his anger we should fear,

and Congress his moves never bar.

Remember Congress, two of three,

will say what bodes equally.

He must respond to all they ask

and answer every query.

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The Laureate-Prez Lax On Tax!

Prez Lax On Tax!

Prez will not show his tax forms...

he says they’re in review.

Does that mean none have passed the norms

and still are in the queue?

{He can’t even guise his lies.}

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The Laureate-Earth Day {4/22/2019}

Earth Day {4/22/2019}

{Global Warming}

Trump says the heat comes not from us...

we need not make a costly fuss.

If this be true, who tells him pooh...

and fie on fools that told him thus!

The icebergs thaw from aerosol,

though Prez and some pols disagree.

They don’t blame greedy men for thaw...

just Nature acting damnably.

Although we care who is the host

as temps around us rise.

What matters most is our riposte

anon detoxifies.

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The Laureate-Prez Tweet Beat

Prez Tweet Beat

I go to Twitter, read his tweets...

how oft his vitriol repeats.

You’d think he’d stop to cringe

at the tattoo as base retreats.

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The Laureate-Redacted Report Received

Redacted Report Received

Report is out and bases brace

to read what’s not redacted.

Bias does not act with grace,

and each decried how foe reacted.

AG Barr was first to speak...

implied Prez is without guilt.

Although he had more than a week,

he felt content on spiel he bilked.

Congress now has the report,

and bits and pieces fill the air.

Both sides have given their retort,

but truth’s best gleaned without fanfare.

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The Laureate-The Mueller Report

The Mueller Report

The Don is stacking the deck again...
his lawyers interpret what we’ll read.

He and his lawyers, the best of men,

we know have not succumbed to greed.

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The Laureate-The Prez' Lawyers

The Prez’ Lawyers

Trump says he’s not a politician,

but he lies as much, or more.

Seventeen lawyers work for him...

you’d think such liar they’d abhor.

But lawyers are a different breed,

they’re taught to win debates.

That means they’ll fight for right, or wrong...

their fee is what dictates.

With seventeen lawyers, you’d think

that Trump would drive them all to drink.

{I hope our taxes are not paying them!}

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The Laureate-The Black Hole

The Black Hole

They think they have found a black hole...

our Prez hopes that it’s true.

For if that’s where our taxes go,

dark money leaves no residue.

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The Laureate-Our Prayers.{Haiku}

Our Prayers   

    

Billions of souls pray,

but our God, most ills, each day

knows Chi finds a way.

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The Laureate-Response to an RNC Letter

Response to an RNC Letter 

I won’t support a group that lies,

or castigates the other guys...

or pass foul laws to help the rich...

or pass laws that dark donors guise.

{If you now feel I but emote,

you’ll know the answer when I vote.}

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The Laureate-Pres Lies Linger

Prez Lies Linger

Saying something, then denying

that he ever said it,

makes him lose face, expose disgrace...

for journals have embed it.

{Only his base forgets!}

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The Laureate-Prez Lies Reach Highs

Prez Lies Reach Highs

When anyone blames another

for the mistakes that they have made,

they’re not just lies...to me they’re crimes...

for honor’s code is disobeyed.

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The Laureate-Trump's Slump

Trump’s Slump

For a man who claims high intellect,

his logic has a disconnect.

Most he hires, he finds are lacking...

he needs to be more circumspect.

{Or, are his wits waning?}

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The Laureate-The Prez' Taxes

The Prez’ Taxes

If the biggest liar in the land

won’t divulge his income tax,

we have to think he makes this stand

because it’s filled with phony facts.

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The Laureate-AG Barr

AG Barr

The AG must give Prez advice

not just redact his sins or vice.

Remember you’re a man of law

and Constitution rolls the dice.

You have left your peers in awe.

You make the Prez above the law.

If he has caused a major crime,

you now abet with your hacksaw.

{...and you, too, should do time.}

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The Laureate-His Base Embrace

His Base Embrace

When down, the Prez runs to his base

to feel again their warm embrace.

There he knows he can stand tall

as he spews Blue vitriol.

The loud applause as he tells lies

makes the Don in him arise.

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The Laureate-My Prez, Letters to the Editor

My Prez

Letters to the Editor

The letters tell me what my peers

must feel are major gripes and fears.

Too bad the Prez won’t do the same...

he’d know what issues near nadirs.

{Read new papers every day,

and you’ll know what most voters say.}

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The Laureate-Ennui {Senyru}

Ennui

Moods can flow from Chi,

can lure or daunt equally...

never spread ennui.

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The Laureate-Our Prez is Don!

Our Prez is Don!

The Prez must really be a Don.

He has the affinity for hiring crooks.

The White House has them hither and yon...

his lawyers, if asked, will cook his books.

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