The Westminster Show

Who anywhere around the world
Could find the backbone to resist,
Amid those Union Jacks unfurled,
Except an anti-monarchist
Who’d favor humdrum, God forbid.
(More when such fanfare’s on his quid.)

Time to Gas Down

Whenever are we going to learn
The price of gas will just increase?
Why should we be Big Oil’s concern?
The driving public’s its to fleece.
Five bucks a gallon’s drawing near;
Yet tax breaks worth billions every year.

A True Choice

If a certain Galilean preacher,
Held by some as God, by some a prophet,
Walked the Earth again, once more a teacher,
This, I hope, is what he’d want to posit:

A Few Good Bullies

Recall the Rutgers freshman who,
While cozy with another guy
Was caught on tape and bid adieu
Not just to school. He chose to die.
But not before A Facebook post,
For—“sorry”—giving up the ghost.

Don't Take If . . .

Just thank your stars you don’t push pills.
Attorneys are the ad execs.
Commercials for what cures our ills
Are nine-tenths would-be bad effects.
When through, I’m left in such a sweat
To empty out the cabinet.

The State of Columbia

The District of Columbia
Is leftist like no other place,
A liberal cornucopia
Established more or less on race:
A slim majority of blacks,
A third (count me!) broad-minded whites,
A tenth, Latinos, to the max
Too busy working days and nights.