Rhyming Haiku-Evil Pervades
Egos of depraved
demand you pledge allegiance...
best buttress defense.
Coming soon, Trump’s Worst in
Verse, by James E. Cox (Authorhouse.)
Politicians Are Oft Cretins
Greenhouse
gases absorb sun’s rays,
a
blanket forms and weather faze.
Hence,
come the storms and fires from winds...
yet
pols just watch as world decays.
{They
cannot merely watch...
it’s
beyond what fools may botch!}
Coming soon, Trump’s Worst in Verse, by James E. Cox (Authorhouse.)
The
Senate’s Vote
They
saved The Don, then slinked away.
It
matters zilch what red pols say.
They
had a choice and gave Trump wings...
now
must await what next vote brings.
{They
saved The Don, we vote anon.}
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In February, Presidents,
who we felt passed our
tests,
have faces on a monument
because their toils impressed.
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A Valentine
For those most dear within your
heart,
there is no special day.
For every tender, thoughtful act,
will send your love their way.
To succor them and comfort them
when dreams have gone awry,
will let them know no seed’s
fallow...
let Time decide when they should
cry.
When they excel and passions soar
such that they fly too high,
best praise, but hold them close
to you,
‘till their wings in stillness
lie.
Or merely state you miss them
and wish that they were near...
extend the hand of fellowship
and pray for them good cheer.
Send kith and kin such Valentine
and love will ever intertwine.
The Don Escapes His Just Desert
The
GOP did it again,
saved
The Don from his just desert.
Trump
urged the base of his roused men
to
fight ‘til they his loss subvert.
What
The Don has done was treason...
fear
can’t be the Senate’s reason.
They
knew that Trump was culpable...
yet
believed the lawyers’ drivel.
the Senate fools have set him free.}
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The
Don’s Approaching Impeachment
The
Don’s lawyers and GOP
are
looking for an escape route.
Trump’s
Senate red pols are antsy,
and
lawyers think most facts pollute.
How
can they ever face their base
if
bogus lies provoke disgrace?
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