Labor Day

Labor Day

It’s just another holiday?

You should read the tale

of how the Pullman strike

made U.S. pols turn pale.

The government reacted

with soldiers and police.

The workers had a wildcat strike...

made commerce almost cease.

The Prez knew angry workers

must be mollified.

He pledged to them a holiday

to honor those that died.

Now Labor Day is many things

as summer fun is over.

We should cease to wear white clothes...

even your dog Rover.

Soon school will start, vacations end,

sure, picnic and have fun.

But, remember as you play,

the workforce this day won.

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In The News-Celebs (Prince Harry....etal.)

Celebs

{Prince Harry...etal}

Paparazzi line your path

with cell phones and the like.

You run a gauntlet every time

 you emulate a tyke.

The paparazzi, in this case,

are merely common folk...

who feel you breach their mores

and fellow man provoke.

To shy from notoriety

obey all local laws,

and if those near have cell phones,

take care...don’t bare your flaws.

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In The News-Norway

Norway

{Anders Behring Breivik}

Seventy-seven strangers died

to crusade an opinion.

Twenty-one years the penalty

proclaimed from that dominion.

Remove your blindfold Justice...

you’ve made their judges dumb and blind.

Reveal to them, in any code,

four months per death is asinine

{Hammurabi stirs} 

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In The News-Todd Akin

Todd Akin

Todd Akin made an error.

He talked outside his field.

Now Democrats are loving the

naïveté he revealed.

They now say he hates women…

like all Republicans.

Republicans say Todd must go…

regardless of his many fans.

All must take care of what they stir

and what’s made precedent.

If those who err must leave the stage,

some pols may soon lament.

It’s best that those who seek our vote

say naught that a foe can misquote.

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To the NRA

To the NRA

It’s past time that the NRA

proves it has some sense.

Recognize men can be prey

and soon may be past tense.

Sure, hunt for bear or hare or grouse

and mount it on your wall,

but you don’t need a Tommy gun

to make the critter fall.

Come, support the rest of us

who do not stalking bolster...

we may have fewer maniacs

on a wanted poster.

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Compromise

Compromise

When I read the red and blue

response to others’ plans,

I have to wonder what the hell

 leached bile into their glands.

I can surmise what most will do

I have watched them all four years.

And, I tell you here and now

as voter I’m near tears.

I’m tired of hearing perverse lies

that make both parties suspect.

For whom I vote must compromise

till soupcon less than perfect.

Like Diogenes, I still search.

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Why?

We placed men on the distant moon

by calling forth our very best.

We challenged them to visit Mars...

and, with time, they passed the test.

We now let fine minds walk the streets,

when our nation is distressed.

Why?

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