The Laureate-The Impeachment Vote

The Impeachment Vote

We are now part of the jury

sequestered with our peers.

And, we must listen to all facts...

ignoring cheers or jeers.

We now must judge the president

for his effect on me and you.

If acts for us not pertinent,

then we best bid adieu.

{Listen, absorb, ponder and weigh...

let us decide if he should stay.}

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The Laureate-Follow the Money

Follow the Money

Follow the money to pols and PACs.

You’ll learn why rules red pols relax.

You’ll know just why they love their Don...

and will support him to the max.

{Where money smells, evil dwells.}

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The Laureate-Impeachment Inquiry

Impeachment Inquiry

At inquiry, they dare not speak...

that’s what the prez has said.

But, those who know it’s truth they seek

obey the law instead.

Now Trump is in a quandary...

he cannot fire them all.

So he now tweets in agony

as he sees his power pall.

{The catbird seat can feel the heat!}

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The Laureate-Al-Baghdadi

Al-Baghdadi is Dead

As prez, Trump can share credit

but not as he has said it.

He did not plan the raid.

I doubt his ploys were played...

so now bow and fast forget it.

{You still must wear the albatross,

because of the Kurd chaos!}

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The Laureate-Trump's Zest Addressed {Haiku}

Trump’s Zest Addressed {haiku}

Truths that fools may guise,

with goal that will tantalize,

morphs them into lies.

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The Laureate-Red Pols Attack Inquiry

Red Pols Attack Inquiry

Trump threatened his politicians...

said they don’t do enough for him.

So red pols marched to renditions

of what Trump said would salve his whim.

{And, Moscow Mitch massaged Trump’s itch

by criticizing the format.}

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The Laureate-GOP, Get Free

GOP, Get Free

It is hard for me to believe

how far the GOP decayed.

Trump seems to have taken your souls...

to him alone most have obeyed.

Trump tries to circumvent the law

while striving to become a czar.

Since you’re the puppets at his call,

you must not let him get that far.

{Rise up in arms, spread the alarms!}

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The Laureate-Trump's Syria Deliria

Trump’s Syria Deliria

Trump’s lies imply he made good choices

in what he’s done in Syria.

He chooses not to hear the voices

of Kurds filled with hysteria.

{He’s made our country grate again!}

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The Laureate-Trump's Rallies

Trump’s Rallies

When our prez nestles with his base,

he tells more lies than curs have fleas.

And, all the while he will disgrace

those who may feel a dog’s cooties.

{When he asks for base support,

they should first for truth exhort!}

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The Laureate-Decisions

Decisions (Haiku)

Think before you choose,

by flip of coin oft you’ll lose...

Chi notes with a bruise.

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The Laureate-Trump's Chaos

Trump’s Chaos

If Trump is pleased with what he’s done

for our country’s sake and the world,

I’d say it is our foes who won

by the bedlam that he unfurled.

{He now must wear the albatross,

because his actions cause chaos.}

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The Laureate-Trump's Salvos Sow Foes

Trump’s Salvos Sow Foes

That which escapes Trump’s mouth or tweet

makes us wonder foods he must eat.

We’re told he likes burgers and cheese...

whence comes the bile his words secrete.

{What he sows, he may weep!}

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The Laureate-Trump Can Not Do Wrong?

Trump Can Not Do Wrong?

Trump’s lawyers say he can’t do wrong

as long as he is president.

So all the gaffes that he has made

must wait till he’s a resident.

Trump has told the nations growers

his China tariffs make them rich...

now their selling acres

because of our Don’s mental glitch.

The other problems Trump has birthed,

we’re waiting for results.

So far we find we have unearthed...

Trump’s lawyers are not sane adults.

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The Laureate-October Dem Debates

October Dem Debate

Arguments made on the floor

by those who’d thwart a candidate,

will help our prez to smile once more...

if some he can with bile berate.

{Don’t give the bully bullets!}

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The Laureate-Haiku For The Don

Haiku for the Don

Though fast on the draw,

too oft he shoots from the hip...

misses bode, last call.

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The Laureate-Trump's Base...Disgrace

Trump’s Base...Disgrace!

Trump prompts his base to chant

to throw someone in jail.

How easily they’ll rant,

when Trump with lies regale.

{Lock him up!}

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The Laureate-Trump, the Magician

Trump, the Magician

Magic cannot use logic...

one lie will make truth toxic.

No matter how clever

with smoke or mirror,

the sages will be skeptic.

{Houdini, you are not...you tend to lie a lot.}

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The Laureate-Senate Pols Swore To God

Senate Pols Swore To God

You swore to protect and obey

the laws of our Constitution.

And, now you would bend them and fray,

when Trump’s gaffes make him a felon.

 {You broke your vow...you’re guilty now!}

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The Laureate-Trump, Our Inspector Clouseau

Trump, Our Inspector Clouseau

Trump brags that he is a genius...

yet fails to use the tools he should.

He really is a reckless cuss,

who should have stayed in Hollywood...

{a script would make him less feckless.}

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The Laureate-The Law {Haiku}

The Law {Haiku}

Lawyers love debates.

The right or wrong matters not...

who wins, best orates.

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The Laureate-Trump's GOP

Trump’s GOP

This captain of our sinking ship

does not deserve your praise.

Not one of his twelve thousand lies

aids Ship of State sail through his craze.
{Do yells from hell foretell.}

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The Laureate-Trump's Anger

Trump's Anger

The Don attacks all he deems foes...

to Red and Blue his anger goes.

He must forget they all can vote...

and maybe retribution flows.

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The Laureate-Trump's "No Quid Pro!"

Trump’s, “No Quid Pro Quo!”

Few red pol puppets appear to care...

just some reacted to his string.

And, I guess, that is only fair

if they await what morrows bring.

{Best not wait fate until too late...

to find Trump's fate to them relate.}

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The Laureate-Duck! Our Don's Amok.

Duck, Our Don’s Amok

His threats are getting vile...

his anger dangerous.

Quickly, have the trial...

or put him in a truss.

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