The Laureate-Gun Safety

Gun Safety

If weapons are for protection,

from what dangers must you now shield?

Since anger seems to spur most foes,

‘tis best to leave when it’s revealed.

Mannerisms may be best clue...

what bearing does a face comport?

If any actions bother you,

the present plans you should abort.

{Better leave...than grieve.}

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The Laureate-Pols Procrastinate

Pols Procrastinate

The pols returned, but time just burned...

all bills await Trump’s call.

Moscow Mitch is not concerned...

word comes from Trump, Fox, or Limbaugh.

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The Laureate-Age Turns The Page

Age Turns The Page

I limped through my teens from football...

today I still ache each footfall.

Why do I watch on fall TV

the game that had disabled me?

(Take care! The pols we next may choose

may us forever leave a bruise.)

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The Laureate-Say Nay to Trump's EPA

Say Nay To Trump’s EPA.

Trump brags that US markets rise

as it distorts protective rules.

The middle class finds no surprise...

Trump gives rich perps unfettered tools.

{Though perps air, water...life abuse!}

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The Laureate-Our Prevaricator

Our Prevaricator!

Trump, Our Prez, has lied

nearly thirteen thousand times...

Satan craves such crimes.

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The Laureate-9/11/2001

9/11/2001

Those martyred in the towers

eighteen years today

were sacrificed by terrorists

as message they’d convey

They hoped their act of violence

would prove their power to

dictate to our nation

and threaten me and you.

We found that they awakened us

to that which we hold dear...

our pride in facing crises

with fervor and not fear.

And every anniversary

of this so tragic day

pledge to vow we will not let

our fervor e’er decay.

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The Laureate-Trump's Reality Show

Trump’s Reality Show

We wait to see our president

resolve the problems of our age.

But soon it is quit evident

he merely acts while on the stage.

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