The Laureate-Our Politicians

They start as lawyers...or like ilk.

They pander votes, then our land milk.

And when the voters throw them out...

as lobbyists resume to bilk.

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The Laureate-Life

Life

A trek with few signs ‘long the way,

and you know not what course to lay.

Many will proffer their advice,

but are not due the toll  you’ll  pay.

{No wise man  heeds the same fool  twice!}

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The Laureate-Delegates

If delegates are wined and dined,

and they are free to snub our mind

our vote is but a great expense...

for those who would control mankind.

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The Laureate-Next President

We can not choose a nominee.

We can at most but disagree.

In truth, my friends, we have no choice...

they come from D...and RNC.

{and delegates can mute your voice.}

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The Laureate-The Goal

Is it not strange that as we age

some see their problems like the sage...

lived goaded by the quest for wealth,

but near nadir they fear that gauge.

{Just open God’s Book and read that page}

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The Laureate-AZ Proposition 123

Our pols propose Prop 123...

sell land to teach our progeny.

It's sacred sod and when then gone

they'll seek another “money tree.”

{Don’t waste gelt on chateaubriand.}

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Logical?

Taxes are due few days ahead...

for land and home and state and Fed.

While charities and Red and Blue

now squeeze 'til checkbook sums turn red.

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