Friday, August 31, 2012

Dirty Clint

We now know Mitt in private life
Has been a lovey-dovey dad
And there when needed for his wife
And grandkids more than most have had
And fervent member of his church.
He’d never leave you in the lurch.

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

No-Class Warfare

Mitt Romney’s latest lie deluxe
Is claiming that Obamacare
Would drain three-quarter trillion bucks
(Or so) from Medicare—though where?
Not benefits as he attests
But wellness givers’ treasure chests.

Saturday, August 25, 2012

Matthew 25:31-46

As Gulf storm Isaac northward veers
Toward flood-prone shores of Tampa Bay
And GOP conventioneers,
They might think twice when time to pray
For death to programs deemed a threat
That form our social safety net.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Keep On Keeping On!

He stated justifiable,
Implying some rapes are okay?
I think that certifiable
Is what Todd Akin meant to say.
Still, reprimands proliferate
From even his own party’s slate.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Sex and the Cosmo Girl

To say the king’s not wearing clothes
Means someone’s dodged the obvious,
To say the queen dispatches those
At moments that we won’t discuss
Is Helen Gurley Brown’s bequest
That traded prudery for zest.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Our Home-Grown Pioneers

Stay-out-of-jail cards aren’t as good
As green cards for tomorrow’s Yanks.
Those issued, though, this summer should
Prompt young undocumenteds’ thanks.
If here since kids, they’re free to roam
For two years as though right at home.

Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Beware of Women

If you’re of child-bearing age
The odds are huge that you or he
Use contraception at some stage
No matter what your faith might be.
That’s what much hush-hush polling shows
How we have fun without our clothes.

Monday, August 13, 2012

Beware of Geezers

Four years ago Obama won
In large part thanks to youngsters’ votes.
This year he’ll win when seniors shun
The GOP, whose slate promotes
Dismantling of Medicare,
A view not going anywhere.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

That Which is Worse than Lying

I’d rather have a president
Who’s bright enough to not get caught
When lying as to what laws meant
And waivers even he had sought
While governor with oversight
To make sure welfare-work went right.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

Goodbye Sleet, Hello Click

The Postal Service, what’s its need
In times when movement of its mail
Is correlated with the speed
Of something plodding as a snail
By those who’ve never bought a stamp,
Whose emails messaging revamp?