My upcoming newspaper column. The keen observer will note a change in form.
Some say I am making things worse.Then how ‘bout I try it with verse?This might be the timeFor turning to rhymeTo make it sound less like a curseThan the stuff I am wont to produce.So why not attempt to let looseA handful of poemsInstead of the tomesThat Trumpites consider abuse.No lim’rick falutes very highBut for them I don’t have to tryVery hard to composeA meter for thoseWho’ll allow me to come through the wry.The problem of course is just thatThe issues we need to get atAre growing so bigWe’ll all need to digMuch deeper than settling for patAnswers to questions we raise,For these are the darkest of days.A family of crimePlaces making a dimeAbove all of the various waysThey could do what is best for the folksWho don’t have the means of the KochsTo get what they need.Instead it’s Trump’s greedThat treats the poor like they’re jamokes.And yet it’s the people who standTo lose most from this dishonest manWho continue to thinkThat his obvious stinkIs perfume wafting over the land.He’s rude and a cheat, some agreed,But they figured he’d change with the need;That after the voteHe surely would noteWhat he must rise above to succeed.For them it was less to electA fraud than a chance to rejectAllowing a sequelTo making folks equal.They had their lost pride to protect.You’d think there’d be none who would rootFor a guy who is trying to polluteOur air and our streamsBy whatever meansThat help his rich friends get more loot.I’m happy he tweets ev’ry day.It keeps my depression at bay.Trump’s skin is so thinIt lets us see inTo a mind in the throes of decay.He said we’d get tired of winning,But when will we see the beginning?It takes more than blusterSuccesses to muster.On con men our hopes we’ve been pinning.Like ev’ry R prez gone before him,Trump says to those folks that adore him,He’ll lower their taxesWhile Defense he maxes.But the math of it all looks to bore him.There’s nothing Obama has saidThat Congress won’t try to retread.Trump’d call it untrueIf he’d said sky is blue,And sign a law making it red.Obama had aided the plightOf those who Assad they did fightBut Vlad didn’t like itSo Don he did strike itHe let Putin tell him what’s right.It’s only fake news, move along.In fact we can see nothing wrongWith getting a handFrom enemy landThey sing: The new patriot song.Trump says climate change is a hoax.He figures us regular folksCan roast as in HellLong as cronies do well.Plus science is only a joke.One wonders just what it would takeFor their and America’s sakeFor Trumpists to seeThat the source of their gleeIs the thing, not the news, that is fake.He’s president only for gloryThat’s all that there is to the story.He holds himself rallies,With sycophants dalliesWhile most of us look on and worry.His speech to the Scouts clearly showsHow deep his pathology goes.He crammed his sick gloatsDown their innocent throats.It’s daily he sinks to new lows.Ain’t no one is gonna impeachAs long as control’s out of reach.Rs see as their jobPoor people to robWhile Dems ineffectively preach.To watch the R congressfolk flailWhile trying to make O-care failIs to see they forgotThat good laws need thought.For eight years they chose just to rail.
McCain just rose up from the fog.
Did tumors his memory jog?The maverick is backNo longer a hack.He must have been reading my blog.
[Image source]I cannot yet quit before notingThat “Integrity panel” they’re floating(Though they swear to some godThat it’s all about fraud)Is aimed at preventing Dems voting.Thus endeth my brief change of tone.I cut it less close to the bone.But danger is suchThat too light a touchCould possibly leave me aloneIn thinking a diff’rence I make.So after this silliness breakIt’s back to the grindOf speaking my mindFor all of our lives are at stake.
Verse three contains wordplay exquisiteReplyDelete
Preparing the readers to visit
Later sly calumnies
And a zinger or three.
My Brit friends would say that takes the biscuit.
Woohoo! Dang Sid- Cuttin thru the crap with a scalpel sharp wit! Brilliant indeed! Much better than a man from Nantucket.ReplyDelete
So you thought I'd suck (at) it?ReplyDelete
Nice job Sid...
Made my day! :-)ReplyDelete
Cory, you're telling the truthReplyDelete
Despite your impetuous youth.
Our country's in trouble
Because of the bubble
Republicans bring to the booth.
(The voting one, that is.)
He’s president only for gloryReplyDelete
That’s all that there is to the story.
He holds himself rallies,
With sycophants dallies
While most of us look on and worry.
Wise beyond years and words for all ears!!! Your attempts at prose, and now at poems, gives guidance for all your readers. Thanks from myself, I hope to share this prose with all who think and hope to put this dunce on a shelf. Go Bro!!!