It's My Turn
A poet's reaction to the news media.
Tuesday, July 31, 2018
The Laureate-Another Shutdown!
Another Shutdown
!
This Prez would shut the country down
unless cash for his wall is found.
He said that Mexico would pay...
his lies, foul cries makes our land drown.
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Monday, July 30, 2018
The Laureate-To The Fall Candidates
To The Fall Candidates
If you would be my serving man,
do not besmear the other guy.
I say, respond with Kipling’s plan,
on how you’ll solve what is awry…
and when and how, with what, and where
our present woes you will repair.
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Saturday, July 28, 2018
The Laureate-Trump’s Barbie Dolls
Trump’s Barbie Dolls
I question how Trump’s female base
considers there is no disgrace
in treating gals as Barbie dolls...
he can exploit and just replace.
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Thursday, July 26, 2018
The Laureate-My Prez 72618
My Prez
72618
Surround yourself with the learned
for all the tasks you may be asked.
Then listen, absorb, ponder, weigh...
let wise men guide you through the day
{And, I’ll rest better in my bed.
}
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Wednesday, July 25, 2018
The Laureate-Time To Hyde
Time to Hyde
When Prez has set the rules aside
and honor’s code he has decried,
Blues must negate this unfair state...
say “Bye” to Jekyll, “Hi” to Hyde.
{From the book,
Rubai
by James E. Cox}
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Tuesday, July 24, 2018
The Laureate-Trump’s Modus Operandi
Trump’s Modus Operandi
With Trump it is just like a war,
something all of us abhor.
When he attacks he throws out chaff...
then blames his gaffes on Blues next door.
{Best test each lie with polygraph.}
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The Laureate-Presidential Vitriol
Presidential Vitriol
{Top Security Officials, et al}
My Prez,
so far your term is filled with gall...
you morph our Constitution.
Free speech, my prez, is granted all....
foes need not fear foul restitution.
{Mete, sans maltreat.}
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