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Vladie the Pooh

by | Mar 28, 2017 | Posthumous Additions, Song

Pooh, pooh, Putin.
He’s got our poor POTUS scootin’
Pooh, pooh, Putin.
Our election he’s rebootin’.

Republicans are now his dupes.
He’s got ’em jumping through his hoops.
The money that’s been changin’ hands
could fund twelve heavy metal bands.

Pooh, pooh, Putin.
His horn our president is tootin’.
Pooh, pooh, Putin.
Our treasury he’s surely lootin’.

We’ve promised him a sanctions lift.
Consider it an orange gift.
He’ll open up new lines for oils.
And we will divvy up the spoils.

Pooh, pooh, Putin.
Our groper prez his horn is tootin’.
Pooh, pooh, Putin.
He says that sharin’ sure beats shootin’.

The future’s world wide autocrats.
On this doomed ship we are the rats.
Republicans are gross and stinkin’.
Stop them now before the sinkin’.

Pooh, pooh, Putin.
For his downfall we are rootin’.
Pooh, pooh, Putin.
We’re allergic and he’s gluten.

Glass Pipe

by | Mar 28, 2017 | Poem

Trapped inside, like water.
Outside, chain link and barbed wire.
Concrete mesa and rock ledge.
Broken glass and bottles thrown
from on high. A wave of pulsing oil.
Here comes a train again.
Lost dogs, guard dogs, devil dogs.
Red-eyed and hungry.
Screamed languages unheard,
almost as in song.
Forever chased to dead ends.
Rumors of a river downhill.
If only just one door to knock upon.
Long ago there were friendly faces.
In the times before the glass pipe.