The Laureate-Peaceful Demonstrations

A peaceful march, we must declare,

allows no weapons anywhere,

and those that march and those that view

give Freedom of Speech its proper due.

All those who violate the peace,

must pace a cell, if they don’t cease.

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The Laureate-Charlottesville

At one hundred and thirteen years,

the oldest Jew survived The War

where Nazis strove to spread same fears,

the devil’s minions strew once more.

Our soldiers died to set him free,

and on our sacred sod

more Nazis killed our progeny...

and Prez did little more than nod.

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The Laureate-The Tournament

To win at golf most pundits claim

the three flaws that perturb a game

are anger and angst and urge to impel

the ball with such force it may burst aflame.

{or simply said, you must temper tame.}

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The Laureate-I'll say it again

Global Warming

Trump’s told the heat comes not from us...

no need to make a costly fuss.

If this not true,

why spread such pooh...

and fie on fools that tell him thus?

Icebergs may thaw from aerosol,

though his pundits disagree.

They choose not blame Man for the flaw,

but Nature acting damnably.

It matters not what is at fault...

the crisis needs a resolution.

‘Tis time you realize we ought

to pursue a good solution.

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The Laureate-Throw Out The Trash

The land and sea by greedy fill

the utmost with their deadly trash.

They found the cost for them was nil

if for them Earth became their cache.

May God on high to them deny

a moments peaceful lullaby,

until those perps

and greedy twerps

clean up the world they made a sty.

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The Laureate-Greed

There is no worse a sin than Greed.

many men died to sate that need...

a need for power absolute

and wealth to craft transgressions moot.

For Man to survive this century,

as Nature releases Her fury

the greedy must quickly realize

their power’s moot...if our race dies.

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The Laureate-Congress 8217

Politicos leave me prostrate.

They say they’ll give a tax rebate,

then give it not to we who pay

but to some pork that’s but deadweight.

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