The Laureate-To The NRC

To the NRC

Your letter solicits money

from one Independent.

Near thirty years it appears

you cared not why I went.

If voters look at what you’ve done

it's evident that you have won.

Our nation’s been controlled by you,

and since Trump...it is best turn Blue.

{You’re stuck to Trump by Krazy glue?}

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The Laureate-Lord, Save us from the Don!

Lord, Save us from the Don!

The Don is a flayer,

that’s why he’s a failure.

If Trump forms a triage,

the line would be hodgepodge.

{Seems everything he touches dies...

best ask Fauci to advise.}

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The Laureate-Sequestered Home

Sequestered Home

‘Tis time to meet your family

to learn what essence dwells within.

Without long days of work and school,

let’s try to morph to all fit-in.

{Treat it like a game. Who wins did least inflame.}

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The Laureate-The Plague

The Plague

It’s strange that a catastrophe

releases that within each soul.

The heroes, villains, foolhardy,

that up to now, you did not know.

The choice of friends is clear,

felons and foolhardy risk lives.

The heroes tend to persevere

until they’re sure mankind survives.

{Never let felon or fool guide you.} 

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The Laureate-Virus Status 4320

Virus Status 4320

We listen to Trump’s lies,

and cannot tell when truths begin.

The Don forever tends to guise

all that can cause chagrin.

{He did not give states what they need...

he let some perps gratify greed.}

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The Laureate-Friday Haiku

4/3/2020

Friday Haiku

All the times we fail,

we must always try again...

Chi may veil its trail.

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The Laureate-Another Enemy To Fight

Another Enemy To Fight

We fight a deadly virus now,

but through our lives fought greater foes...

white-collar crimes the laws allow

when the corrupt should face gallows.

Even the Don can tell his lies,

but no punishment e'er impends.

How many more must die before

the voter’s blade descends.

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