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.
