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Poem with probability = 0.999925631402We 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!
Poem with probability = 0.997558378015
T'was Bloomberg created this mess
Left for his successor, no less,
A De Blasio no-winner,
He'll end up a sinner,
They'd call it a stalemate in chess.
Poem with probability = 0.996409767098
Since Brooks has us with heart in hand
I really cannot understand
Food stamp cuts don't rankle
Min wage 'round his ankle,
Toward these matters his heart is bland.
Poem with probability = 0.995203303139
Chris Christie and Rob Ford,
Are both to be deplored.
Their high school connections,
Who helped win them elections,
Are finding themselves overboard.
Poem with probability = 0.990600112334
Guns do make killings way too easy,
The numbers should make us uneasy,
Why tolerate
This bloody fate?
'Bout Gun profits makers ain't queasy
Poem with probability = 0.989518226104
Well, how does it feel?
Now that you're on your own
With your pension gone
In your foreclosed home
Driving a Fiat clone?
Poem with probability = 0.989394069704
what's left to buy and then by whom?
the fragile few-supported boom
the profits in the bank
who do they have to thank?
not us, unable to consume.
Poem with probability = 0.973212013827
This should be the Last time I "Verse"
Cause with This Mess things could Get Even Worse.
We get Misty over Christy,
But He always Was quite "Dysty"
As such a Tough Guy....He probably even Cursed
We've got Lobbyists for Sale,
But No one goes to Jail.
The Corrupted in Congress simply Gloat.
What's the Public to Believe
When All have "Something up their Sleeve"....
With No Truth, Why Should Anybody Vote?
Poem with probability = 0.96905210165
I will not trifle with my "T",
Whatever it is let it be,
Not taking those shots,
Risking stroke and blood clots,
Irritability ain't me.
Poem with probability = 0.958866687382
if last night's game were played in Rome
the Colosseum, Nero's home
you're old and tired my friend
celebrity must end
thumbs down, lie where the lions roam.
Poem with probability = 0.953448971425
Governor Christie,
We do implore,
You go away and lie no more.
But if that effort be too great,
please go away at any rate!
Poem with probability = 0.9417237787
Limericks on web blogs are dear,
But on this one the pix interfere.
So for comments that pop,
Skip three lines at the top,
And they’ll read a lot better on here.
Poem with probability = 0.934643602227
Forsooth, Forsooth, Forsooth...
I Trust Dr. Krugman to give me the Truth!
But Even Truth Doesn't Help...when Not Allowed
While I get Misty over Christy
And Boehner's on Retainer,
They're All Snooping and Sniping from the Cloud.
With Lobbyists for Sale
Our whole Country in the Pail
I Yearn for Servants like Humphry, McGovern, and Dole.
But I get Bachmann....who's only Cute
A Congress that's mostly Mute....
With Elected Obstruction....which Seems their Only Goal.
Poem with probability = 0.912354579041
I must write this.
Cause this was a talented actor.
Who acted far and away
for all to see
and far and away the roles
that define
the nuances of life
Poem with probability = 0.882710904305
The grading system was explained in the registration materials.
Tune of Star Spangled Banner
Oh, oh, kids, did you see how to sing this song right
Where some soundly have failed is by yowling and screaming
Some great stars showed their stripes on a perilous night
Note the amps still can botch a performance that’s gleaming
Did you see this gal rock
See the rise in her stock
She made the whole night
Though the game was, well, schlock
Oh kids, when that Star Spangled Banner does play
Do the song just like Renee
And we’ll give you an A
An A!!!!!
Poem with probability = 0.732793984502
William Blake, on your question:
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the wingèd life destroy
He who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise
Poem with probability = 0.582530545698
You are correct.
Krugman is a polemicist.
Any relation between what he writes
and the truth
is merely coincidence.
Poem with probability = 0.527559153255
Name them all 'workers and managers',
so that any worker which benefits a corp
in any way whatsoever, is inclusive.
Divisions or not, if the parent gains from
the subsidiary, it is part of the rule.
Poem with probability = 0.465029713093
SELFIES ATOP THE PILE
Super Bowl commercials
Each year on a roll
Nonstop adulation
Flush 'em down the bowl
Poem with probability = 0.458806129435
I see a song in this puzzle. 32A, 46, 50A and 64A.
Kiss today goodbye,
The sweetness and the sorrow.
Wish me luck, the same to you.
But I can't regret
What I did for lunch, what I did for lunch.
Look my mouth is full.
The meal was mine to swallow.
It's as if I always knew,
And I won't forget what I did for lunch,
What I did for lunch.
Gone,
Lunch is never gone.
As I travel on,
Lunch is what I’ll remember.
Kiss today goodbye,
And point me t'ward tomorrow.
I did what I had to do.
Won't forget, can't regret
What I did for
Lunch
Poem with probability = 0.332891417836
The Greatest Government Money Can Buy...
I'm an Average Man Just Asking "Why?"'
If Boehner's On Retainer and Lobbyists Are For Sale,
Is There Any Wonder That Our Country's In the "Pail?
I Appreciate the Smarts That I Read In These Parts,
But It's Only Greed... That We Feed.
The Repulsives Can Be Gloarting "Cause There Isn't Any Voting
Our Elected Non-Servants Don't Serve Us As We Need.
I Know Enough To Care and Care Enough To Know,
We Have A Mass of "Servants" To Tell Us Where to Go.
I Care Enough To Know and Know Enough to Care,
They Tell Me Where They Want Me, But I Don't Want To Go There!
Poem with probability = 0.2256159456
Woody Allen's films to not seem exceptional to me at all.
Anyone who says they are is probably on his payroll.
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