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Seven Days in Maybe

by | Oct 27, 2020 | Poem

Last days of les fleurs du mal.
Waiting now on the cabal
to reject all kinds of voting,
iced with their condensed fraud coating.
They’ll inject a dose of panic,
and the king, at his most manic,
will dip into his trick trough,
screaming the election’s off.
There is no need for re-do.
Four more years of you-know-who.
Forget people’s voting rights.
His are set on higher heights.
With the help of comrade Barr,
he’ll become a U.S. Tsar.
Combining his nukes with Putin.
how long until they start shootin’?
Sights set on world domination,
every rule and need forsaken,
World War three might last three days,
spawn a radiation haze.
In their deep survival bunker,
Putin and the king will hunker.
Having stroked our deepest fears,
They may have to hide for years.

Drums and Symbols

by | Oct 27, 2020 | Poem

Our new flag celebrates the thin blue line.
The old red, white and blue has seen its time.
Enough of unity and peace.
It’s time we celebrate the police,
and get tough on the leftists and their crime.
And now it’s best that we replace the eagle.
It represented truth and all that’s legal.
But that’s not our new culture.
Much better is the vulture.
Makes for faster cleanup, though not regal.
And, lastly, our old anthem has to go.
For many years, it put on a good show.
But it’s not of its day.
Unlike “YMCA.”
Which, at least, has words which you might know.