Temper Tweets
When The Don tweets his vitriol
against the press he starts a brawl.
He best use honey to lure friends
and stay away from his spitball.
Monday, April 27, 2020
Sunday, April 26, 2020
The Laureate-Never Take The Don’s Advice
Never Take The Don’s Advice
When the Don says something dense
he later says it was a joke.
The sad part is there’s no defense
if those who try it tend to croak.
{Few can chortle when it’s mortal.}
Friday, April 24, 2020
The Laureate-The Media Hype
The Media Hype
Morning, noon and
into night
I’m harkened to
the Covid plight.
It starts the day
on the TV...
at night I sleep
uneasily.
{The Don in charge must
wear Teflon...
he swears it’s
others who did wrong}.
Thursday, April 23, 2020
The Laureate-Trump’s EPA Brings Doomsday
Trump’s EPA Brings Doomsday
Trump must be mad at everyone...
since he’s been Prez think what he’s
done.
We are now heir
to water and air
that bodes death from a feckless Don.
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
The Laureate-Earth Day
Earth Day
Extinction fears Man could abate
if to Earth’s plan he could relate.
The cup of Life would overflow
if Man becomes this planet’s beau.
{Pause, my friend, and hear Earth’s
plea.}
The Laureate-Memoirs
Memoirs
You are homebound and you are bored.
Too quickly your mind has moored.
A lifetime of events
is best no longer to be stored.
‘Tis time to write a memoir.
It does not have to be bizarre...
can be first time you stole a kiss,
or when you smoked your first cigar.
{Or just curse a mite,
but you’re still stuck within your plight.}
Tuesday, April 21, 2020
The Laureate-Sequestered?
4/21/2020
Sequestered?
Your bodies may be
sequestered,
but minds and souls
fly free.
Release your
essence to explore
whatever will help
flee ennui.
Monday, April 20, 2020
The Laureate-"The Don"
“The Don”
I know the prez is Donald Trump
but, I call him the “The Don.”
To me, he’s like a mafia boss,
which he expects we all should fawn.
Most of the Red pols and Fox News
have joined his covert gang.
When
the Don tells us of his views,
they all take part in his harangue.
Sunday, April 19, 2020
The Laureate-Trump’s Virus Briefs
Trump’s Virus Briefs
I’ve written him at least six times
about his virus status talks.
He obviously doesn’t read my rhymes
nor care about my squawks.
But when he takes the time
to use his catbird seat...
just brag and castigate his foes...
he gives no facts, he’ll just excrete.
{I won’t listen anymore...the Don is
just
a lying bore.}
Saturday, April 18, 2020
The Laureate-Trump Rouses Protesters
Trump Rouses Protesters
The Don cheers on the protesters
against the states with govs of Blue.
They want to lift the Virus rules
so they can bid controls adieu.
Is it not strange most of the states
impose the same controls...
but in the Red much less is said,
and they are not Trump’s foes.
Friday, April 17, 2020
The Laureate-Friday Haiku Braggadociao
4/17/2020
Friday Haiku Braggadocio
Braggadocio
To
brag is foolish.
Excel and prestige will grow...
lies lose those who know.
Wednesday, April 15, 2020
The Laureate-Cauterize Trump’s Lies
Cauterize Trump’s Lies
Lies can distort and birth a tort,
if a statement corrupts a fact.
Trump borders on libel,
can’t swear on the Bible...
our votes must make sure he gets
sacked.
{Since most of his lies denigrate,
‘tis time, indeed, he face his fate.}
Tuesday, April 14, 2020
The Laureate-The Don’s Pawn Brawn
The Don’s Pawn Brawn
It must be great to be the Don
average liars would be long gone.
But surrounded by men with guns...
just fools defy his strong cordon.
{Trump loves his catbird seat,
bur without them
he’s effete.}
Monday, April 13, 2020
The Laureate-Virus Updates 41320
Virus Updates 41320
I no longer watch the Don.
He’s too inclined to lie.
Although his base may be content,
I want the truth as people die.
He says most have the tools
stored for the doctors now.
But, if you must get tested,
he’ll cover up somehow.
Trump brags about himself
and worries about the Dow...
best the liar’s updates
are aired from a hoosgow.
Sunday, April 12, 2020
The Laureate-Easter Sunday
Easter Sunday
Although you are now sequestered
within your sheltered home,
God can be there with you
and you don’t have to roam.
Find church of your choice on TV
and settle in a pew.
He’s always there to share
His love the whole day through.
The Laureate-Virus Updates 41320
Virus Updates 41320
I no longer watch the Don.
He’s too inclined to lie.
Although his base may be content,
I want the truth as people die.
He says most have the tools
stored for the doctors now.
But, if you must get tested,
he’ll cover up somehow.
Trump brags about himself
and worries about the Dow...
best the liar’s updates
are aired from a hoosgow.
Saturday, April 11, 2020
The Laureate-Store Stupor
Store Stupor
My wife went out and wore her mask
and surely was a worthwhile task.
Six feet apart in store she stayed,
but nothing she needed was arrayed.
{You’d think that paper needs by now
stores could stock
somewhere...somehow.}
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Thursday, April 9, 2020
The Laureate-The Inspector Generals
The Inspector Generals
One more Inspector General's gone,
been removed by the Don.
That’s three IGs
who could not please
because they failed to fawn.
It’s time we start to burn
and tell him of our deep concern.
He acts like he’s a tsar
and we find that bizarre.
Best vote for him to not return.
Wednesday, April 8, 2020
The Laureate-To The NRC
To the NRC
Your letter solicits money
from one Independent.
Near thirty years it appears
you cared not why I went.
If voters look at what you’ve done
it's evident that you have won.
Our nation’s been controlled by you,
and since Trump...it is best turn Blue.
{You’re stuck to Trump by Krazy glue?}
Tuesday, April 7, 2020
The Laureate-Lord, Save us from the Don!
Lord, Save us from the Don!
The Don is a flayer,
that’s why he’s a failure.
If Trump forms a triage,
the line would be hodgepodge.
{Seems everything he touches dies...
best ask Fauci to advise.}
Monday, April 6, 2020
The Laureate-Sequestered Home
Sequestered Home
‘Tis time to meet your family
to learn what essence dwells within.
Without long days of work and school,
let’s try to morph to all fit-in.
{Treat it like a game. Who wins did least
inflame.}
Sunday, April 5, 2020
The Laureate-The Plague
The Plague
It’s strange that a catastrophe
releases that within each soul.
The heroes, villains, foolhardy,
that up to now, you did not know.
The choice of friends is clear,
felons and foolhardy risk lives.
The heroes tend to persevere
until they’re sure mankind survives.
{Never let felon or fool guide you.}
Saturday, April 4, 2020
The Laureate-Virus Status 4320
Virus Status 4320
We listen to Trump’s lies,
and cannot tell when truths begin.
The Don forever tends to guise
all that can cause chagrin.
{He did not give states what they need...
he let some perps gratify greed.}
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Friday, April 3, 2020
The Laureate-Friday Haiku
4/3/2020
Friday Haiku
All
the times we fail,
we
must always try again...
Chi may
veil its trail.
Wednesday, April 1, 2020
The Laureate-Another Enemy To Fight
Another Enemy To Fight
We fight a deadly virus now,
but through our lives fought greater foes...
white-collar crimes the laws allow
when the corrupt should face gallows.
Even the Don can tell his lies,
but no punishment e'er impends.
How many more must die before
the voter’s blade descends.
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