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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