The Laureate-Clouds

They're not but art-forms in the sky.

They may exist that chi may fly.

So rest and let your mind roam free...

The answers may oft  linger nigh.

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The Laureate-Independence Day

Independence Day

Our Flag illumed by rocket’s glare.

Sousa’s marches fill the air.

Remember those who fought and died

that we, this day, as free men share.

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The Laureate-The Presidential Vote

Tell me why the prez that won

wants a review to be run.

The action wastes our time and tax...

and manifests delusions wax.

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The Laureate-The Bomb

Every nation wants The Bomb...

it's force yields much esteem and power.

But North Korea and Iran

wish to make the whole world cower.

Those free to choose the men who lead

must select those with moral fiber...

who will protect all of Mankind

with the essence of the tiger.

[all can choose!}

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The Laureate-Decisions

Options are chosen every day.

Choices oft are dark... or gray.

Know Yin and Yang forever vie,

and but your Chi you must obey. 

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The Laureate-Bias 62417

Bias most oft surrounds us,

with all that's heard, or said.

Take care, let it not drive us

from that which truth sought to embed.

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The Laureate-To The Red Pols

If you foist laws upon our land,

for health and tax that will be panned,

you may as well now pack your bags...

the rich alone will praise your brand.

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