Commute
Above the one train
The sunrise in the city
Out of the dark night
Island
Where is my mother
The Statute of Liberty
She's so beautiful
Island (times square)
The lights are so bright
Always at the Big Apple
It's a hard knock life
Commute
The B train is here
Out of the crowded people
Where's my metrocard
Always a stranger, never at home
A Yank in Great Britain. El Greco in Rome.
An elm in the desert, a tulip in stone
Always a stranger never at home.
Always a stranger with no place to rest
Asleep on the sidewalk, an overbooked guest
A worn suitcase sofa. A newspaper nest.
Always a stranger with no place to rest.
Always a stranger, a man out of time
A Turk in Armenia, French in Indochine
Never in step, either front or behind
Always a stranger who's run out of time.
Always a stranger, a face with no name
Machine-damaged mail, a stake but no claim
admonished to silence and cower in shame
Always a stranger, a face with no name
Always a stranger, alien at birth
with dreams drawn from every corner of earth
uncertain of value, discounted of worth
Always a stranger, alien at birth.
Always a stranger, never a friend
A thread but no needle and nothing to mend
Not reaching a finish but only the end
Always a stranger, never a friend.
Always a stranger, nowhere to belong
No voice for a lyric. No tune for a song.
No chance to be lucky nor right to be wrong
Always a stranger, nowhere to belong.
Randy Adams, 2013
Your country 'tis of me,
Porky plutocracy,
Where cash is king.
Where my dear reps are bought,
Who would have ever thought,
What our Supremes have wrought,
Hail the loud "ka-ching!"
SINGING IN MY REIGN
BY
VLADIMIR PUTIN
I'm singing in my reign,
Just singing in my reign
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at the West
So weak, such a pest.
I'm out of my funk
Crimea? Slam dunk!
Let NATO give chase
We'll pick up the pace
I'll strengthen my reign
I've a smile on my face
All threats are in vain
I'll never refrain
Just singin'
Singin' in my reign.
It's very clear, "O" Care is here to stay
Not for a year but forever and a day
The radio and the telephone and the movies that we know
May just be passing fancies and in time may go
But oh, my dear, "O" Care is here to stay
Together we're going a long, long way
In time the Rockies may tumble, Gibraltar may crumble
They're only made of clay
But "O" Care is here to stay
In time the Rockies may tumble, Gibraltar may crumble
They're only made of clay
But "O" Care is here to stay
Loud signals and no sign of rope
As we slide down that slippery slope,
And the Wealthy Deniers
Pay outrageous Liars
To sabotage how we can cope.
The Public's confused, unaware,
And only when the cupboard's bare,
Will action be taken
Ere Earth is forsaken,
It's time for John Q to beware!!
Things would more simple mayhap
Just trying to close "the skills gap",
The "gap" is a myth
That's lacking in pith,
Time to give this story a wrap!
Repubs will continue this bluff
While profits the Oligarchs stuff,
The "skill lacking takers"
Say acolyte fakers,
It's time to cry "hold, boys, enough!"
Wasn't it Peggy Noonan's sound bite?
Or was that her thousand points of light?
Or the opening for the boomer generation,
our greatest historical blight?
(Fools strutting about the stage,
who thought themselves so sage,
and who never came of age.)
Here's a "poem" to accompany yours:
Christie, Christie loves red meat
He dishes it out with deceipt
Loud and brash, never discrete
The biggest bully on the Street
Christie, Christie, I'm on a car seat
Sticky and blue with September's heat
We know you feel so elite
You scream you shout and even bleat
Christie, Christie, loves to eat
He's wearing shorts and a soccer cleat
He says to Dems retreat, retreat
But his reward will be defeat
In a plot
most twisty,
and full of rot,
Bridget’s Tryst-y
Chris is misty
“He does not recall”
He will neither deny
nor confirm
as he does buy
off a law firm.
with taxpayer dollar
to avoid a collar.
Christie’s all too eager
to let others take his fall
on a budget not meager
after all
when it was handy.
he stole money meant for Sandy.
God help us all
if this louse
ends up in the White House.
Like it or not, we ought admit
The Ukraine is more Russia's bit,
Their neighbor not ours,
The European powers
Unlike us, are not in a snit.
Republicans are crying out,
Ready for a nuclear bout?
Disaster creators
These Obama haters
Would rush in where cool heads have doubt!
I rejoice that butter is back
For too long I took the wrong tack,
I'll no longer mutter,
"No flapjacks and butter",
For butter I bitterly lack!
"Jack Of All Trades"
I’ll mow your lawn, clean the leaves out’ your drain
I’ll mend your roof, to keep out the rain
I take the work that God provides
I’m a jack of all trades, honey we’ll be all right
I’ll hammer the nails, I’ll set the stone
I’ll harvest your crops, when they’re ripe and grown
I’ll pull that engine apart, and patch’er up ’til she’s running right
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
The hurricane blows, brings the hard rain
When the blue sky breaks
It feels like the world’s gonna change
And we’ll start caring for each other
Like Jesus said that we might
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
The banker man grows fat, working man grows thin
It’s all happened before and it’ll happen again
It’ll happen again, yeah they’ll bet your life
I’m a jack of all trades, darling we’ll be all right
Now sometimes tomorrow comes soaked in treasure and blood
We stood the drought, now we’ll stand the flood
There’s a new world coming, I can see the light
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
So you use what you’ve got and you learn to make do
You take the old, you make it new
If I had me a gun, I’d find the bastards and shoot ’em on sight
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
I’m a jack of all trades, we’ll be all right
Bruce Springsteen 2013
SINGING IN MY REIGN
BY
VLADIMIR PUTIN
I'm singing in my reign,
Just singing in my reign
What a glorious feeling
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at the West
So weak, such a pest.
I'm out of my funk
Crimea? Slam dunk!
Let NATO give chase
We'll pick up the pace
I'll strengthen my reign
I've a smile on my face
All threats are in vain
I'll never refrain
Just singin'
Singin' in my reign.
The song written by Gordon Sumner and performed by Johnny Cash comes to mind...
I HUNG MY HEAD
Early one morning with time to kill
I borrowed Jebbs rifle and sat on the hill
I saw a lone rider crossing the plain
I drew a bead on him to practice my aim
My brothers rifle went off in my hand
A shot rang out across the land
The horse, he kept running, the rider was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I set off running to wake from the dream
My brothers rifle went into the sheen
I kept on running into the south lands
Thats where they found me my head in my hands
The Sheriff he asked me why had I run
And then it came to me just what I had done
And all for no reason just one piece of lead
I hung my head, I hung my head
Here in the court house the whole town was there
I see the judge high up in his chair
Explain to the court room what went through your mind
And well ask the jury what verdict they find
I felt the power of death over life
I orphaned his children, I widowed his wife
I begged their forgiveness, I wish I was dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head
Early one morning with time to kill
I see the gallows up on a hill
And out in the distance a trick of the brain
I see a lone rider crossing the plain
And hed come to fetch me to see what theyd done
And well ride together to kingdom come
I prayed for Gods mercy for soon I'll be dead
I hung my head, I hung my head
I hung my head, I hung my head
The Road (Regrettably) Taken
With abject apologies to Robert Frost
I dreamed I took a road I seldom take.
To the right I drifted, far off course.
And when I discovered my mistake
I madly tried to hit the brake,
(But sadly, I was on a horse.)
I felt a creeping sense of fear
As I slowly realized my plight.
My little horse sure thought it queer,
But queer folk weren't welcome here,
And almost everyone was white.
The One Percent lived high on hills,
And in that clean and pleasant air
Lit cigars with hundred dollar bills,
And instead of solving social ills,
Complained about Obamacare.
When I awoke, I realized the truth:
Whichever road you take you should endeavor,
Whether you're in Dallas or Duluth,
When you find you're in a voting booth,
Make sure to always pull the proper lever.
I fear we are too Tired
Of ever being Inspired,
When Boehner's "on Retainer"
And Congress has been "Bought",
There May be nothing Saner
Than Retreating into Naught.
One of the most damning sentences
in the whole article is this:
"Though primarily a pretrial center,
it houses some sentenced inmates."
The great majority of the people that are held at Rikers have not been convicted of any crime,
and cannot afford to post bail.
And we put them into this hellhole.
By doing so,
the poorest segment of our society
(and those that are mentally troubled)
have been deemed deserving
of potentially serious bodily harm
and punishment
-punishment without trial
-punishment before trial.
No bail, no judge, no jury, no conviction
and no real protection from themselves or others
- just arbitrary punishment.
Whatever else this is,
whoever is to blame,
this is not justice.
It is a mockery of justice.
And it goes on and on,
....in our name,
....with our knowledge,
....and with our silent consent.
For how long?
Cuomo simply does not care,
His pretenses are all hot air,
Being a Dem he'll feign,
Gave Christie free reign,
For working folk, nothing to spare!!
Just in fun, liberals of Hollywood issued a statement, in song of course.
Tune of Hooray for Hollywood
“Oy vey for Hollywood,
The righty-tighty part of Hollywood.
Where any folks who hold us in contempt
Can be tax-exempt
When they donate dough in this town
And any bigot
Can be a spigot
Of money to keep all us lib-rals down
Oy vey for Hollywood,
Now here it’s very clearly understood
Deductions there for Voight, Sinise or Grammer
Can freely hammer
Us folks they think are no good
Their five-oh-one-C-3
Buys G.O.P. some tea
Oy vey for Hollywood.”
:)
A. Cuomo, Repub in Dem's clothes,
His actions make one hold one's nose,
Has a Wall Street romance,
Tax the Rich? Not a chance!
On De Blasio plays his hose.
His Port Authority's role is rank
Christie used funds like a piggy bank,
The ball Cuomo fumbled
Not one word he mumbled,
And we all have A. Cuomo to thank!
Ms Dowd is Cassandra reborn
And tooting a sorrowful horn,
The POTUS? An anchor,
Says Ms Dowd with rancor,
Describes him with torrents of scorn.
I believe she is totally wrong
In singing her sad, scabrous song,
But t'will take every skill
To forestall the ill
That she foresees coming along.
That's a nice wish,
A five cent knish,
Street food so hearty,
Or served at a party,
Or as a dinner side dish.
Commitments to remaining rich?
Despite all our pollution which
Puts profits above
The Earth that we love,
One percent is a dandy niche.
We suffer but Billionaires smile
Tax loopholes still protect their pile,
We palter and putter
Imprecations mutter,
Our need for change grows all the while!
Just joining the folks doing adoring I'M NOT THAT GIRL and WICKED homages :)
Tune of I’M NOT THAT GIRL (Idina Menzel version)
- [Idina reacts:}
Great week, great start
Got a great show, a great part
They scream like I’m Hugh or Al
They shout out “Adele”
Heck, I'll be that gal
Presto, big name
Is it lame what brings great fame
It all seems so darn extreme
Still “Adele Dazeem”
I'll be that gal
When you’re selling tickets you long to be
Someone they really think they know
But what makes 'em pick what they go to see?
What gets people to the B.O.?
Strange meme, strange tweets
Thanks to twitter! Tweets buy seats
Piles of cash that we now corral
As more folks hit send
Watch our new hit trend
I’ll be that gal
John spoke, John slipped
Sudden stardom, they all flipped
Now he’s my new bestest pal
They cry out “Adele”
Since it helps us sell
I’ll be that gal
The Senate report on detention
Should give Edward Snowden a mention
Because it’s implying
That internal spying
Got Senator Feinstein’s attention.
The big question is who's training who? I submitted this once before, but I think it's timely here;
'Twas 20 past 3
and the dog had to pee
so I got up and put on my pants,
he whined and he pined
I dared not decline
or risk his looking at me quite askance,
I turned on the light
and we walked down a flight
and probably stepped on some ants,
I opened the gate
and scratched my pate
and watched as the dog did his dance.
He sniffed and he turned
as my cigarette burned
til he found the right spot to relieve,
then he lifted his leg
then again, one more peg
and he smiled, or so I believe.
'twas a long steady stream
and as if in a dream
I just stood and stared at a star,
and when he was done
having all that dog fun
he wanted to ride in the car.
"No, let's go back to bed!"
I wearily said
as we walked up the stairs to the house,
his tail was a-wag
did he want to play tag?
or pretend that his toy was a mouse?
I took off my clothes
and went back to bed
he had water and laid by the door,
I tossed and I turned
another cigarette burned
as I listened to him snore on the floor.
There are certain things sacred to man,
And one's to get rich as you can,
To fail to get rich
Is a sad event which
Means becoming an also ran.
Why's income inequality bad?
The Koch Brothers don't seem so sad,
It's that grumpy gabble
From the unwashed rabble
Who gripe about they're being had!
Mod conservatives, Ross Douthat?
Walker & Ryan deep six that,
Four factions, no heart,
A hairsbreadth apart,
All under the Koch Brothers hat!
Norquist would like to privatize
And bolster Prisons profitwise,
The added expense
Would then make great sense
And come in a laisser faire guise!
In no way has Ryan been lyin'
Although his remarks no one's buyin'
People must not shirk
Their chances to work
The jobless are simply not tryin'.
Entitlements make a fat cat
And food stamps are where pleasure's at
That minimum wage
Is an utter outrage,
T'would bring Walmart right to the mat!
The College Board is now excising
each obscure vocabulary word.
At 58, I’m left surmising
that verbosity’s become absurd.
All those nights with O.E.D.
The list of new words in each new book
I thought they'd help me get degreed
were mere folly I mistook
for highest learning, heaven sent
a polysyllabic pulchritude
my bon mots served to complement
my thoughts as if beatitude.
Those school boy exercises now are relics
I should have indulged in more psychodelics.
Is it really True what you're Saying...
That each word that I send will be Playing
Out in Public Purview for all to Pursue
Like there is no Longer a Private Displaying?
While I dabble a bit in the "Digital",
I will continue to keep it at "Midgetal".
I still Love my Postal and send "Coastal to Coastal"
While what the Internet gets is just Fidgital.
It may happen just once a year
That diversity's something to cheer,
But oh what a pleasure,
Old white men at leisure
Were hit hard by what they worst fear!
Invading Iraq? Justified?
Hypocrisy can't be denied,
Holier-than-thou-ers,
Invoke US powers,
With defense of freedom implied.
Ms Brewer gave Tartuffe bad cess,
Will Roberts Court now do no less?
Expectant I ain't,
SCOTUS has a Right taint,
There ought to be a full Court press!
Mazeltov, welcome back to New York,
May delicacies fill your fork,
Huzzahs as you enter
The Graduate Center,
My champagne is popping its cork!
Money junkies?
Money addicts?
Scam artists?
Vulture capitalists?
Snake oil salesmen?
Criminals?
An Alice in Wonderland bill
So vile it made most people ill,
Threatened money losses,
Energized big bosses
Who viewed it as a Poison Pill!
Genesis of an obesity epidemic (save us from soft drink companies):
Pepsi Generation jingle:
There's a whole new way of livin'
Pepsi helps supply the drive.
It's got a lot to give
for those who like to live
'Cause Pepsi helps them
come alive.
And the Coca Cola response
(does high fructose corn syrup come from apple trees and honey bees?):
I'd like to build the world a home
And furnish it with love
Grow apple trees and honey bees and snow-white turtle doves
I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
I'd like to hold it in my arms and keep it company
I'd like to see the world for once
All standing hand in hand
And hear them echo through the hills Ah, peace throughout the land
I'd like to teach the world to sing
In perfect harmony
integrity in intellect
you might believe commands respect
but Mister Jim DeMint
is now no longer skint
the feeding trough means all can collect.
In Yiddish there are words to spare
For tales that are made of hot air,
The words, "bubba meinser"
The meaning is fine, sir,
They drive honest folk to despair.
Bubba meinsers are a Repub tool,
Make gullible listeners a fool,
Death taxes, death panels,
Are firm in the annals
Of stooges of those who misrule!
Though too little, the Stimulus worked,
The part of the story that irked
Was Krugman predicted
Recov'ry restricted
If bigger Stimulus was shirked!!
That's worth debating,
Is he too irritating,
Will pedestrians rue him,
And possibly sue him?
On thin ice he is skating.
There was no work,
So Miley did twerk,
Which worked for her,
'Though not what I prefer,
She renders me berserk.
Lacking needed votes for Disabled,
Republicans could have enabled,
But the Time's out of joint,
Corker did disappoint,
And once more approval is tabled!
Scots wha ha'e wi' Wallace bled
Scots wham Bruce has often led
Welcome to your gory bed
Or to victory
Now's the day and now's the hour
See the front o' battle lour
See approach proud Cam'ron's pow'r
Chains and slavery
Wha will be a traitor knave?
Wha can fill a coward's grave?
Wha sae base as be a slave?
Let him turn and flee!
Wha, for Scotland's king and law,
Freedom's sword will strongly draw,
Freeman stand or Freeman fa',
Let them follow me!
By oppression's woes and pains,
By your sons in servile chains,
We will drain our dearest veins,
But they shall be free.
Lay the proud usurpers low!
Tyrants fall in ev'ry foe!
Liberty's in ev'ry blow!
Let us do or die!
Since Chris Christie did himself in,
Give Hillary a Mickey Finn,
A media gore
Should even the score,
Keep Hill' from a too easy win.
Is Hillary a tainted Saint?
A Saint, Hill'ry certainly ain't,
But a Repub compare
Raises every free hair,
Stop spattering Hillary with paint!
The Tea Party and Twitter
Have Republicans in a fritter
Brown bags on their faces
Worried about their next races
They cast votes all in a jitter!
My life's full of gaps,
I don't care about apps,
Just reading the Times,
And writing some rhymes,
And sometimes Google Maps.
You don't think too highly,
Of Mister O'Reilly,
And show many reasons,
He's a fool for all seasons,
A fox tool oh so wily.
Nice summer story on a day like this.
(can sort-of be recited to Sigh No More…)
Snow no more, heavens, snow no more
Won’t this stuff leave us ever
One foot in slush, then down on all four
That Mother Nature’s clever
So never fear, soon summer’s here
The park will be sunny
The Bard will suddenly appear
For no money, money
Globe, no more warming, please no more
The snow is far too heavy
But look what summer has in store
The crowds arrive, a bevy
Then we’ll report, fans of all sort
See shows sad and funny
Converging on the Delacorte
For no money, money
For no money, honey
Stim spending, max minimum wage
Are ways we can turn a new page,
Help Unions to flourish
And thereby to nourish
And make full pockets all the rage!
What most stokes GOP desire,
Is raising the citizens' ire.
The more people that suffer,
The more lives that are made tougher,
The more the funding total shoots higher.
Depend on a liberal like Larry
To offer solutions Hail Mary.
Don't have enough?
Why, just use less "stuff";
And all the world will be merry.
Instead, let's try the way Amurkin
And explode a problem with bodkin:
When faced with a test,
Stop being a pest,
Invent something to better trap carbon.
... and declare consumption again "game on".
Philip Seymour Gone
23 years clean
At the Top of my game
Standing Next to a flame
Touch it! BURNED!
Burned once, Burned twice
Three times is the charm
Needle in my arm
Perfect hit, Didn't miss, blissss
User, abuser, substance chooser
Why oh why
Do we kid ourselves! With the lie
...This time is different
Drunk on a plane, Stumbling on a train
Washed down the drain, A life well lived
I am the Master
I am the way
I am the truth
I am the life
I am your addiction
Slave to me
Or slave to none
I am your conviction
For a crime
Not committed
RIP, you were a genius
While he may not be flawless,
I don't find him lawless.
Except for those drones,
And tapping all our phones,
The GOP's swipes are clawless.
Ain't guns a most comforting thing,
They fire, soon after church bells ring,
For the young, for the old,
When the story is told,
Cash registers go ching-a-ling.
The One Percent,
Just need to vent,
'Cause they feel abused,
With their egos bruised,
So stop with the dissent
A bare chest is all Scott Brown needs,
On bigoted minds Scott Brown feeds,
His theme? The bare chest,
His clothes he'll divest,
A barrel replaces the tweeds.
Repub incumbents improvise,
Their sound bites ain't witty or wise,
Attacks on the black
POTUS never are slack,
But the bare chest really takes the Prize!
Chris kicks Wildstein now that he's down,
There was a time Chris didn't frown
At an old high school buddy,
Middle aged fuddy duddy,
And mark him untrustworthy clown.
But Chris is a desperate man
And now that Bridgegate hit the fan,
He's busy denying,
"They lied to me!", sighing,
Throws under the Bus all he can!
We once had a great middle class,
And then alas it came to pass,
Jobs were shipped overseas,
On Unions a great freeze,
Wall Street created a morass.
The Oligarchs called Workers "takers"
And deftly dubbed themselves the "makers",
They continue to sass
The dwindling middle class,
Concocting laws that are heartbreakers!
THE POWER OF LIVE!
Tune of THE POWER OF LOVE
The Power of Live is a glorious thing
One minute they talk, the next minute they sing
Then the dancing goes on overdrive
No way to beat it, it’s the Power of Live
First time you see the car, you’re just amazed
Next time you see it, you’re completely crazed
Who cares if the score’s dull or shines like chrome
Power of Live will send you flying home
(chorus)
Pay more money, live real large
Just need a credit card
to charge that charge
It’s best when you’re close so you succumb
And spend a grand on premium
That’s the Power of Live, that’s the Power of Live
(bridge)
They say that prices are unfair, yeah, and you don't care
You’re in the one percent, so it don’t make a dent
And that’s what Broadway needs to survive
That is the Power of Live, they brought the Power of Live
That’s the ticket! Uhhh, huhhh!
(repeat chorus)
Feel the Power of Live! Feel the Power of Live!
At eighty it was, I retired,
But not willingly it transpired,
With a Dog I adored
Central Park I explored,
And never a time was I tired.
By Christie it's falling apart,
Could it be he isn't so smart,
Bare chested and tough
Sometimes ain't enough,
Revenge taking is a fine art.
Ode To A Shifty World
Cynicism and sarcasm
That's mostly what we get.
We may live through more Spasm
"Cause we're not finished yet.
The Truth is so elusive
When our Servants aren't Inclusive;
They can twist and turn reality
Without working up a Sweat.
The Public is confused
And Politicians need not care.
When facts are not perused ,
The simple Truth need Not be there.
We say we want good Leadership,
But we lack in basic Readership,
So then our standard Creeds may slip...
Then who's to Know OR Care?
"Callous" and "Stoney"
And appearing so Phoney.
The Repulsive Right Voice
Says we have no Real Choice,
But to follow their Lead
In the ways They've Decreed.
But the SOTU still gave us
Some Hopes that might Save us.
My POTUS is Seeming
To do More than just Screaming.
I Trust Him to Work....
And not just act like a Jerk.
His hopes may seem small....
Not Wondrous at all.
But He's still forced to Deal
With a Congress Unreal.
T-Party success is Remote....
Unless we simply Don't Vote.
The Right can be Wrong
And still sing the "Song".
They are Elected NonServants to Me.
I don't like it this way,
But my crying won't Pay.
At Least my POTUS still Cares about me.
When I was a Kid it was Fun
Anytime that I carried a Gun.
It was fantasy-Crazy....
I had my own Daisy.
All my best "toting" friends
Each had one.
The Mossberg that Santa brought,
The lessons my Father taught,
I still hold those gifts in my Heart.
But how could I see
How insane life could Be
What "Used to be Fun" could impart?
My Grandfather's Double
Still hangs on the Wall.
We have nothing but Trouble
Over "nothing at all".
Our Leaders insane
Over issues inane
While we fret that the Nation might Fall.
With Leadership meager,
(We just lost Pete Seeger).
With Congressional Elves
Who "serve" mainly themselves,
With LaPierre as The One
Who is still the Top Gun,
He may be a Dope,
But that gives us no Hope
And my Daisey is no longer "Fun".
It used to be "Sunny",
Life was Not All about Money,
Not all about Somebody's Gun.
We need more minds like yours today,
With Understanding and much to Say.
You bring the Presence of needed Voice
For silent masses who have No Choice.
Those with Power don't Have to care
No matter how much suffering's there.
I represent a Quiet core
Of those who wish they could do More.
But I'm looking toward my Final Hour
As one who knows he has no Power.
My Voice was silenced years ago
By Age and inadequacy, but you know....
I look in this world to those....like You
To bring us the Power to help us DO.
The Plutocrats radiate hate
For the riling the Plutocrats rate,
Of Greed they've no dearth,
They despoil the Earth,
Attacks on the Poor generate!
someone will always stand up to say
that both are just as equally to blame
for our current depraved state of decay.
they find some general complicity
while the fault sits quite plainly
on the one side mostly.
but don't you see?
if they're both the same
there's no one to blame.
it's a lose-lose game
on an indefensible plain
and nothing get's stood up
to very serious scrutiny
when fact and opinion
are given perfect equitability
Pray, would you exhibit surprise
On seeing min wage compromise?
The one percent fattens
But a wage hike battens,
With ill conceived "loss of jobs" lies.
Isn't it time to take a stand
And spread the word throughout the Land?
To end Repub blight
Barack, spread the Light,
No compromise, time to demand!!!
Forgive me if I am a skeptic,
Perhaps I am being dyspeptic,
"Giving pledge" billionaires
Will end all our cares?
Are non-pledgers also non-septic?
