The Laureate-Trump’s Markets

Trump’s Markets

The markets fall, then markets rise...

need not await some Trump surprise.

He flounders fore; he flounders aft...

we dare not care what that implies.

{This genius is known quite daft}.

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The Laureate-Don Wan!

Don Wan!     

Trump inters sins in box that’s locked,

then challenges what blower said.

We dare not let Trump question him,

when Don has sealed all facts in lead.

{Our Don is wan because of con!}

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The Laureate-Atheists {Haiku}

Atheists {Haiku}

Those who claim no God

fail to hear what He outlawed...

and their Chi is flawed.

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The Laureate-Whistleblower's Letter

Whistleblower’s Letter

Trump made a gaffe and shoots his flak

he’s reeling from the Dem’s attack.

The GOP must just stay mum...

or find their world may turn pitch-black.

{Trump’s flak...gimcrack!}

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The Laureate-Trump Hit Low by Whistle-blow

Trump Hit Low by Whistle-blow

I listened to you on TV

as you explained talks with Ukraine.

Your answers were near felony

as the truth flowed down the drain.

{Maybe the truth can’t set you free!}

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The Laureate-Pelosi, The Tsunami Mommy

Pelosi, The Tsunami Mommy

You finally did it, my Prez...

you pushed another law aside.

So many times you have been warned...

and now face a tsunami tide.

{Begin to swim!}

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The Laureate-Trump's Modus Operandi

Trump’s Modus Operandi

Trump’s basic threat is he will sue...

bankruptcy when times askew.

Congress is loaded with lawyers...

and not poor men Trump can subdue.

{Trump is already bankrupt of morals!}

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The Laureate-Prayer {Haiku}

 Prayer

Through prayer God hears you.

When sad He will comfort you...

and bolster chi, too.

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The Laureate-Trump's Attorneys

Trump’s Attorneys

All lawyers must practice debate...

treat right or wrong with equal weight.

That’s why the Prez has seventeen...

at least one can make lies mutate.

{And by their call...above the law!}

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The Laureate-Show Trump The Ump

Show Trump The Ump

Trump will not release his tax...

nor e’er reveal what’s said aside.

Seems the liar hides all facts...

and with our laws will not abide.

{Who said you’ve been deified?}

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The Laureate-Trump's Brilliance!

Trump’s Brilliance!

Trump’s tariffs raised our cost to live...

then forced the Feds to lower rates.

Now savings rates I can’t forgive...

his thoughtless acts disturb the Fates.

{No wonder he went bankrupt six times!}

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The Laureate-Gun Safety

Gun Safety

If weapons are for protection,

from what dangers must you now shield?

Since anger seems to spur most foes,

‘tis best to leave when it’s revealed.

Mannerisms may be best clue...

what bearing does a face comport?

If any actions bother you,

the present plans you should abort.

{Better leave...than grieve.}

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The Laureate-Pols Procrastinate

Pols Procrastinate

The pols returned, but time just burned...

all bills await Trump’s call.

Moscow Mitch is not concerned...

word comes from Trump, Fox, or Limbaugh.

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The Laureate-Age Turns The Page

Age Turns The Page

I limped through my teens from football...

today I still ache each footfall.

Why do I watch on fall TV

the game that had disabled me?

(Take care! The pols we next may choose

may us forever leave a bruise.)

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The Laureate-Say Nay to Trump's EPA

Say Nay To Trump’s EPA.

Trump brags that US markets rise

as it distorts protective rules.

The middle class finds no surprise...

Trump gives rich perps unfettered tools.

{Though perps air, water...life abuse!}

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The Laureate-Our Prevaricator

Our Prevaricator!

Trump, Our Prez, has lied

nearly thirteen thousand times...

Satan craves such crimes.

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The Laureate-9/11/2001

9/11/2001

Those martyred in the towers

eighteen years today

were sacrificed by terrorists

as message they’d convey

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...

our pride in facing crises

with fervor and not fear.

And every anniversary

of this so tragic day

pledge to vow we will not let

our fervor e’er decay.

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The Laureate-Trump's Reality Show

Trump’s Reality Show

We wait to see our president

resolve the problems of our age.

But soon it is quit evident

he merely acts while on the stage.

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The Laureate-Trump's Turrnberry Tort

Trump’s Turnberry Tort

The Air Force and the Prez VP

agreed to use Trump’s property.

Our Don has used his catbird seat

to fill his coffers blatantly.

{Hence Emoluments!}

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The Laureate-The Don {Haiku}

The Don {Haiku}

When the ego rules,

force becomes the bully’s tools...

Chi can not guide fools.

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The Laureate- Your Mentor, My Prez

Your Mentor, My Prez

Throughout the day Time counsels you—

at each mistake he leaves a clue.

The facts lay bare...

don’t leave them there.

Best now address that in your queue.

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The Laureate-Recall Trump's Wall

Recall Trump’s Wall

When Prez Trump ever signs a Bill,

the funds do not belong to him.

Congress declares what is its will...

once signed, the prez can’t change or skim.

Trump builds a wall with funds filched

from programs to aid our Land in need.

Trump feels he needs to calm his base

or next vote he’ll be pilloried.

{Damn it all...obey the law!}

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The Laureate-Second Amendment

Second Amendment

                    Politicians:

Voters have told you what to do...

“Limit war guns and ammo, too.”

We will watch what law that you pass

and may choose to abandon you.

{Best ditch Moscow Mitch!}

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The Laureate-Terrible Tariffs

Terrible Tariffs

Trump filed for bankruptcy six times

and taxpayers became the goats.

His tariffs are for us more crimes,

that each foul lie but sugarcoats.

{This is our Don...another con!}

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The Laureate-My Prez {Haiku}

My Prez! {Haiku}

God hears all your lies,

directs your Chi to advise,

"Such Sins, I Despise!" 

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