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!
