The Laureate-Candidates! (6/27)

You say you'll save the Middle Class,

and also help the poor,

but you are one with millionaires...

do you but spread manure?

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The Laureate-Brexit

So Brits forsake the Euro

without a friendly cheerio...

would rather pay for cards they play

than that which Europeans blow?

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The Laureate-You Who'd Lead

When on the bridge and sense foul breeze,

the course you take must all fears ease.

If you would save the Ship of State,

‘tis best that you the tiller seize.

{Then problem solve or mitigate.}

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The Laureate-Impasse

The biggest fear for middle class

Is how our pols create morass.

How few the country's problems solved

with pachyderm and ass impasse.

Not invented here the cause

that Red and Blue cannot pass laws.

{The way to have this problem solved

is Red and Blue be both dissolved.}

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The Laureate-Gun Laws

When pols accept dark money

to demur the peoples voice,

they better have some money saved

when next the voters make their choice.

{Know your representatives!}    

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The Laureate-Father's Day

They no longer ride a steed...

yet, are they not the selfsame breed?

Their dragons, jousts and far crusades

are the battles fought to fill each need.

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The Laureate-Superdelegates

Why are we asked to vote our choice,

if delegates can mute our voice.

These delegates need not reveal

what dark money asks they foist.

{Politics!}

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