The Poet-When the Rich Enrich

When the Rich Enrich

Some are the lowest of the low,

the business man without a soul.

Though rich, they violate our Mores

and ship their toxins to our stores.

Some drugs and food and smokes and booze

were told to use are safe to use.

But minions of the FDA

may not have done good jobs this day.

And lobbyist oft bias laws

to bend them to a seedy cause.

Buyers beware the wise men say...

and very aware of crooks this day.

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The Poet-The Comet

The Comet

ISON comes to visit...

now seen by naked eye.

applaud it and enjoy the sight...

unless it fills the sky.

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The Poet-Our Sun Flips?

Our sun flips?

Boffins say ole Sol will flip...

that means the market’s gonna dip.

But it’s because the fools who play

can only guess what comes our way.

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The Poet-Go-chay

Go-chay

The Go-chay is descending...

that means the satellite will crash.

The boffins say don’t worry,

go ahead take out the trash.

The odds say it hits water...

seventy percent they guess, by math.

And, I say too you oughter

stay out of lakes, or pools, or bath.

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The Poet-20 Billion Planet Earths?

20 Billion Planet Earths?

Twenty billion planet earths

are out there in the universe?

I thought that counting stars was bad,

but counting planets is much worse.

Boffins, quit the foolishness,

until you’re sure withhold your guess.

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The Poet-Obamacare...again

Obamacare...again.

Dear Prez, you offer history

Obamacare for misery.

But, what you’d scribe into Time’s book

is middle class must pay the fee.

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The Poet-Obamacare (redux)

Obamacare (redux)

O’er forty percent are on the dole,

which means they have but little dough...

which means someone must pay their way...

which means the middle class, you know.

My provider sent its plans

to meet Obamacare.

I’ve used this business sixteen years

and always found it fair.

But now its prices double...

that you may give my half away

The middle class has trouble...

when we can’t trust a word you say.

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