The Laureate-The New Tax Code

Pols pledged to help the Middle Class

and pull the poor from-out morass.

If new tax code aids most the rich,

it serves the few, forsakes the mass.

{Count the votes.}

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The Laureate-The Peace-pipe

We all should use a peace-pipe...

without tobacco, please.

Our Indians, who had a gripe,

found a respite may tension ease.

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The Laureate-Prez Toadys

His greatest foe...his ego,

too heavy is that cargo...

and strokes of praise

in White House maze

will not-well quell the undertow.

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The Laureate-Independent

Sans bias he looks fore and aft.

He checks who could soon guide the craft.

The Ship of State is his concern...
a Captain Queeg would just be daft.

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The Laureate-Threats

Prez tries to use his bully pulpits

to morph all there into his puppets.

He bullies all with callous threats...

all except the Soviets.

The Laureate-Bravery

Are the brave but fearless,

or grit’s stored in adrenaline?

The choice to fight or flee distress

are options chosen in the din.

It seems the brave deem greatest good

is to risk all for brotherhood.

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The Laureate-Our Congress

The problem for our pols

is they don’t feel our pain.

When they enact stringent laws,

for them they are not germane.

{That is how they operate,

they formed their own closed caste.

They isolate themselves

from every bill they pass.}

‘Tis time that we remind them

that when they pass a law,

every word within it

pertains to caste...and All.

{Note when you vote.}

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