Election Let Down
wow, do we have some choices for you! doesn't matter whether you're red or blue. One is a liar, and the other a dope, Between the two, we don't have much hope. This country is split, between dumber and dumb, Listening to the rhetoric, makes my brain numb. Make America great again, but it already is that way, Should we kick the world's ass? No! give China their pay. Cut taxes, raise taxes, neither side has a good plan, Not a good choice for this woman, or for this man! Typical bullshit commercials, will mudslinging never end? For the sake of the public, neither side is willing to bend. They are all for themselves, making their pockets deeper, Regardless of who is elected, our debt will become steeper. Silly human race, as our hordes follow their elected pied piper, Who smiles as the knife is plunged in, with the poison of a viper! The United States of America? Divided is a more accurate title, You can witness more maturity at a 6 year old's dance recital. People including politicians have become too involved in our lives, Invading our privacy, like a swarm of bees buzzing in their hives. Term limits are a must, they must no longer be elected as a career, They must return to the private sector, and of real life be made aware. No more hiding behind Uncle Sam, who'll take your life, as well as your money, Impersonating your personal friend, to an old man on the street, "Good day, Sonny" Look no further to your government, an organization infiltrated with ill will and deceit, If it doesn't start representing the people, the day is coming we will see their defeat.
Tags: humor, rhyme, anger, fear,
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Cecilia Crasto commented:
Haha! very good humor, and you've summed it all up very well.
leanne royle
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I really like this
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Thanks Cecilia and Leanne! Glad you liked it.
Christopher Russon
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True to a T.Well written poem.
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thanks
Geoffrey Brewer
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I am taking the liberty of responding with one of my pieces that seem relevant.
Sonnet for the politically correct
[There is a history of the world, parallel with that which we know - or is it?]
Then Horatius slew no foes to defend the bridge
But invited Lars Porsena across for tea and crumpets
With our English dead did we not close up the breach
Nor storm the wall to sound of drums and trumpets
No promise of toil, tears, and sweat was made, but in lieu
One of handouts entitlements, counselling and free contraceptives
Our spokesmen were exhorted to tolerate every view
No 'evil empire' was confronted, with robust invective
We submitted to dependence, delusion and wishful thinking
In that parallel world of sweetness, light and no villainy
On a gradual slippery slope not aware we were sinking
In a slow subtle deluge of utopian soft tyranny
Such a bland decaying world we inherit if we neglect
The fight for freedom, but embrace the politically correct
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Very deep indeed Geoffrey. Why isn't this poem listed in your pondrin collection?
Geoffrey Brewer
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Thanks
Now it is.
