The earth filled with fire and flood.
A gunman out looking for blood.
Our leader’s a curse
Who’s just making it worse.
A great day for smoking some bud.
Makers, carriers, fixers, builders, sweepers,
Those who sew and iron, serve and cook and clean,
Who make it work and run behind the scene
And yet so disrespected by their keepers.
Back breaking, mind numbing, and soul destroying
On the line, and on – or off – the clock,
From fact’ry, warehouse, construction site and dock,
The setters of the table we’re enjoying.
Much more than some great 3-day weekend deal,
This day we honor those who do the work.
A meager tip jar pittance of a perk,
And from it, even then, the Bosses steal.
Our lives become a bit less of a fight
When Labor votes to stand tall and unite.
Suicide Bomber. Hostage. Deaths. Attacks.
Shots Fired. Dirty Bomb. Evacuation.
Shootout. Cocaine. Palestine Liberation.
Weapons Cache. Radiation Leak. Anthrax.
Recruitment. Pirates. Hamas. Hezbollah.
Basque Separatists. ICE. Shelter-In-Place.
Key Logger. Taliban. Decapitate.
Kidnap. Collapse. Disaster. Sinaloa.
Pandemic. Plague. Small Pox. Assassination.
Black Out. Brown out. Grid. Power. Body Scanner.
Cyber Command. Botnet. Keylogger. Scammer.
Extremist. Hazardous. Evacuation.
This partial list for all you rhyming nerds,
DHS monitored phrases and keywords.
A founder of faith-based conversion
Once condemned gayness as a perversion.
That he’s finally come out
Wipes away any doubt
That his Bible is the Queen James’ Version.
The Parliament, tamping down Boris,
Set an excellent example for us.
His Brexit deal sucked,
So enough Tories bucked,
And said “NO” in a resounding chorus.
When Dorian hit with persistence,
The Bahamas had little resistance.
Whole towns, now debris
Leaving those who can’t flee
In need of life-saving assistance.
Many years and many millions spent
To get the High Court voting 5 to 4.
The Bigtime Donor Interests know the score.
And those black robes know who they represent.
In 13 years, a quarter billion dollars
Anonymously given to the cause
Secures Big Donor sway over our laws
But who’s hand holds the leashes to the collars.
The doctrine that the Federalists preach,
Roadblocks to ballots for those not like us,
Pollution limits are superfluous,
Thumbs down on Labor, thumbs up to corp’rate speech.
It’s hard to not have oligarchic visions
With 73 pro-corporate decisions.
Alabama got ready to flee
Based on weather updates from DT.
No longer from science
Will now be pronounced by decree.
For three years now the clickbait headlines scream
That Donald’s breakdown/takedown soon is coming
How much false hope are these articles drumming.
That ending comes in some collective dream.
The chance the House may soon vote to impeach.
The specter of the man’s ill-gotten wealth
His lies, his insults and his mental health
All fun to read while he stays out of reach.
Who’s strong enough to match him whim for whim
We’ve seen – he simply will not beat himself
His base is strong. Opponents line the shelf.
Who dares show his own nakedness to him.
A chance for any honest confrontation
Unmasks his hollowness before the Nation.
Four states thinking Trump’s doing swell
Let their primaries slide into Hell.
The man’s on a mission!
There’s no competition!
Call off the election as well!
I am wary of any such offer
From those who regularly demonize
The vulnerable ones before our eyes.
Beware the remedies these people proffer.
A problem, hard to solve and most persistent.
It’s headline grabbing, yes, but is it wise
When powers choose to but politicize
A matter needing thought and real commitment.
So will our government offer assistance –
The resources to shelter and to house
Or is this policy they now espouse
The next step towards locking up resistance.
Each day a rising in intensities
Next comes demolishing of tent cities.
Now we must bid John Bolton good-bye.
Tho’ we really may never know why.
Was he fired? Did he quit?
Tell me who gives a shit.
Just be glad that the bombs didn’t fly.
Who cares what the EPA’s for.
Regulations are such a damned chore.
That stuff that we’re drinking?
Too bad if it’s stinking.
It’s the water – and a lot more.
So Gregory Cheadle is sore.
And will not tolerate any more.
He decided to flee
The pro-White GOP
And be Trump’s Token Negro no more.
Those Dems, they don’t get along well.
They finger-point, argue and yell.
While Repubs, of one mind,
Kiss their leader’s behind,
As they follow him straight into Hell.