Fie on Obama deceiver-in-cheif
"Change and hope" electoral delusion
A Pox on White House, the den of the thief
From actions most foul, draw thy conclusions
Duplicitous cunning, oratorical
Thine tongue falsely glib, deceit in thine eyes
His crimes are many, categorical
Dining on sophistry, colossal in size
He rode into town, waves of glad tidings
Triumphant promise, 'midst columns of stone
Mansions atop hill, trust in his sidings
To the folk in street, he tosses mere bone
To be fooled in itself, 'tis not a crime
Foot upon same path, we must not this time
This blog contains poems, sonnets, rondeaux, 55-word essays (no more, no less) and comments relating to politics, philosophy, mid-life and the world of today. Later postings include a special category for Poe (creepy) sonnets.
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Monday, November 7, 2011
One-Termoil
America is addicted...Obama is conflicted
His choices are restricted...to two
He can be the people's man...be firm and take a stand
Reduce dependence protect land...in lieu
Of more corporate induced lies...disaster horrendous in size
Yet a "junkie's" cherished prize...'tis true
So whilst teeing up your ball...with back against the wall
The hoodwinker who will fall...is you
If that pipeline should go through
His choices are restricted...to two
He can be the people's man...be firm and take a stand
Reduce dependence protect land...in lieu
Of more corporate induced lies...disaster horrendous in size
Yet a "junkie's" cherished prize...'tis true
So whilst teeing up your ball...with back against the wall
The hoodwinker who will fall...is you
If that pipeline should go through
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Mainline Pipeline
Voices go shrill and blood will boil
As "hope and change" approves the oil
Not a speck will soil his hands
On its trip from Alberta's tar sands
Then one day will come a leak
Defiling environment, despoiling a creek
By that time Obama will be gone
Penning his memoirs on distant manicured lawn
"Transparency" was what he wrote
As we sail to perdition in lead bottomed boat
One year hence another election thrill
Neanderthals, war mongers and corporate shills
As "hope and change" approves the oil
Not a speck will soil his hands
On its trip from Alberta's tar sands
Then one day will come a leak
Defiling environment, despoiling a creek
By that time Obama will be gone
Penning his memoirs on distant manicured lawn
"Transparency" was what he wrote
As we sail to perdition in lead bottomed boat
One year hence another election thrill
Neanderthals, war mongers and corporate shills
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