Sunday, November 9, 2014

THIS AIN'T JIMMY STEWART'S CONGRESS

Mr. Smith goes to Washington. What does he find?
Gridlock!  On a grandiose scale.
Voters sent him to get stuff done,
Like Frank Capra's old fairy tale.

But Senator Smith will be hog-tied,
By obstructionist trolls and jerks,
Whose bitter distain for We the People,
Compells them to gum up the works.

So the senator takes up arms,
In a partisan brawl of accusers,
While Americans watch with a cynical eye,
Knowing that we'll be the losers.

2012

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

WHO'S ILLEGAL?

When the first peace pipe was passed,
A mellow medicine man,
Crafted the first legislation,
A bad immigration plan.

And so the fuss of THEM and US,
The cranky-ass need to condemn,
Except for descendants of Sitting Bull,
All of US used to be THEM.

©2013

Monday, September 22, 2014

GREED RUNNETH OVER

He looks down on mankind's mortal mess,
And He’s more than a little dismayed,
Sternly He speaks:  We have to talk,
Humanity’s fabric is frayed.

I taketh offense at you fortunate few,
Who’ve grabbed so much of the gold,
While needy masses of dispossessed,
Sleep outside in the cold.

I wonder what part of the golden rule,
You corporate crooks don’t get,
Your sinful, greedy ill-gotten gains,
Exceedeth the national debt!

Remember the camel…the eye of the needle?
Salvation’s not meant to be free,
In My Book, greed is the deadliest sin,
So don’t come praying to me.

I mourn humanity’s loss of compassion,
And greed is its primal tool,
Whoever would meet thy Maker (that’s Me!),
Live thee by My Golden Rule!

©2011

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

THE BIG GAME...THE AFFLUENT vs. THE BROKE

The A Team was born on third base,
When they score it's ruled a home run,
The B Team knows that the game is rigged,
And it no longer seems like fun.

The A Team gets to hire all the umps,
And still claim there's justice for all,
But they DON'T get to claim they're Babe Ruth,
When they never have hit a curve ball.

2014

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

MELTING POT

I gazed upon the stars and stripes,
And pondered chemistry,
Our melting pot is at a boil,
An integration spree.

 
If every flavor in the pot,
Achieves assimilation,
The stew becomes a mellow brew,
Of savory integration.

 
But just one cook can spoil the broth,
With bitter polyglot,
One pinch of vitriolic spice.
Ignites the whole damn pot.

©2011