They Smile in Your Face

Who could have thought the GOP,
The party of the super-rich,
Would find its likely nominee
Besieged by wannnabes who bitch
How Romney laid off working stiffs.
It’s brought about ironic tiffs.

Pissing All Over Themselves

It’s hard for me to criticize
Our youthful proxies in a hell
That I can only theorize:
A nightmare to a fare-thee-well,
A breakdown of humanity
That risks a loss of sanity.

I Too Have a Dream

When Martin Luther King was shot
The Negroes, as they went by then—
More often disapproved than not—
Might question if they’d thrive and when.
Their men if, irritated, flinched
Still ran a risk of getting lynched.

To Hell with Them

Mocked you might have, Tebow’s kneeldowns

Thanking God for Denver touchtowns.

Sunday, though, you might have wondered:

Had I in my doubting blundered?

Overtime’s first play, he passes

Fifty yards before stunned masses.

Wide receiver Thomas runs it

In to win, as though by His Writ.

Underdogs, no matter who scoffs,

Cast out Pittsburgh from the playoffs.

Already All But Over

Election year 2012
I’d hoped would offer more suspense:
At minimum till springtime shelve
The choice of candidate who’d thence
The colors of the GOP
Advance as party nominee.

Read Zilch About It!!

I used to sort of like Ron Paul
I, too, think government’s immense:
Too many workers overall
Though wider service makes more sense
Ensuring citizens feel key,
In good health and financially.

Down the Goldbrick Road?

Two thousand aught eleven’s gone,
And still the country ought to sweat.
We could have seen a dark new dawn:
Default upon our national debt
And credit rating triple Z
For playing chicken in D.C.