89 is a pretty good run.
He’ll live on in the chain he begun.
Cool things in the aisles,
Employees with smiles,
Trader Joe, you made shopping fun.
One more is down and that leaves five left standing.
This brutal campaign trail is demanding.
A noble shot, but needle wouldn’t budge
For telegenic Mayor Buddha Judge.
He had some thoughtful words we took to heart,
And in his way, upset the apple cart.
He opened eyes of some who play it straight,
Yet as for now the man will have to wait.
A centrist for inclusion and for unity,
But still no traction in the Black community.
Though through his run, a message has been sent –
You can be mainstream and be different.
Fresh face, intelligent, articulate.
Come back, young man, when you matriculate.
Now Klobuchar’s race has been ran.
She is smart, but I wasn’t a fan.
It was not hard to choose.
I saw most of her views
As moderate Republican.
Not long ago, a wide and crowded field
Provided us a multitude of choices
A chance to hear some words from different voices
The wealth of possibilities appealed.
A fresh array of faces and perspectives
Perhaps to chart a new and better way
But campaigns and debates up to this day
Descended into hurling invectives.
Some saw a chance to fix and learn and grow,
But hope and change are many years behind us.
The unease of the now stands to remind us
The creeping failure of the status quo.
And through it all it comes as no surprise
The race is coming down to Two White Guys.
This race to the White House. Egads!
All this weighing the Goods and the Bads.
It’s hard to endure.
But one thing’s for sure.
There won’t be more Mike Bloomberg ads.
When the facts are what are desirous,
Here’s an item that shouldn’t go by us:
Without cure or cause,
Trump, grasping at straws,
Blamed Obama for spreading the virus.
Trane’s tracks of Ivory
Rip’pling chords of Supreme Love
The Real McCoy
A change at Chief of Staff has come to pass
How ever did Mark Meadows land the gig?
By showing that his love for Trump is big,
And kissing Jared Kushner’s gilded ass.
Mulvaney’s parting Thank You notes were grand
But he took too much comfort on the side,
Abhorred the twenty-four by seven ride,
So he’ll be getting shipped to Ireland.
Now Meadows stands as pumped to lead the charge,
To stack the staff with loyal sycophants,
And lead them all in clever pro-Trump chants
But his own love of self may loom too large.
Congratulations, Meadows. Bend and smile.
But hist’ry says – update your LinkedIn profile.
The headlines daily draw the flies
And so it comes as no surprise
Our once great Nation’s future lies
Twixt Biden’s gaffes and Trumpy’s lies.
Erik Prince is a snoopy old cuss
And now he is spying on us
Going after the “Thems”
Labor groups, Libs & Dems
Someone please, throw him under a bus.
In Russia, Vlad’s reign is surreal.
Twelve more years he’ll be back at the wheel.
Now Trump’s in a tizzy
Behind the scenes, busy,
To work out the same kind of deal.
Trump’s travel ban’s getting in gear.
A brilliant idea it’s clear.
His great intellect
Knows this will protect
From a virus that’s already here.
Disease of virus and disease of fear
Infected bodies, and infected minds
Each new and troubling revelation grinds
As things we took for granted disappear.
Empty stadiums and empty shelves
The markets fall as fevered tempers rise
What’s next comes far too quickly to surmise
As pundits race on to outdo themselves.
And those elected leaders at the top
More versed in shouting matches over leading
Inured to suf’ring fearful masses pleading
Lack vision for a path to make it stop.
The future stands as troubling and unsure
I pray we all shall find heart to endure.
Self-quarantine makes some good sense.
Prevention’s a line of defense
That might do the trick
But what’s making me sick
Is the obsequious fawning of Pence.
Life seems to have taken a swerve
As we struggle to “flatten the curve”
I have much resistance
To all this self-distance
Reality has some fucking nerve.
Two men before a non-existent crowd
A sparring that addressed the absent foe.
It made a long but not unpleasant show
Good taste enough to keep from getting loud.
Each saw the world through different colored glasses
Each poked at missteps from the other’s past
One highlighted political contrast
The other blamed corrupted ruling classes.
Where Biden has stood next to the Big Chair
For decades Bernie stood as Class Crusader.
Can needed changes really wait ‘til later
For long, our rig-ged system’s been unfair.
Yet neither man was throwing knockout punches
Perhaps to better save for Trump, in bunches.
At first FOX News said “Virus…not!
It’s just some vast Democrat plot”.
They’re final’y retracting
How sad if Corona they’ve got.
The number of cases is growing
Our “out and about” time is slowing
As nobody knows
Exactly where all this is going
With government checks of assistance
Soon coming to aid our existence.
And most Libertarians
Will accept them without much resistance.
Richard Burr had some inside intel.
Just before the big crash, got to sell.
His timely unloading
Beat the market’s eroding.
May he spend all that money in Hell.
Reports to him on viral spread and grow
A chance to act before things got so scary
Intelligence ignored in January.
How sad to use the words “we told you so”.
Two months behind in crucial preparation
A calloused eye to steps that should be taken
Instead how many millions are forsaken
Locked up at home inside a broken nation.
Alarms were sounded by ignored protestors.
Projections came on how bad things could get
He chose instead to just downplay the threat.
Those expert words were frightening investors.
If voting day should come, keep one thing clear:
His role in all the things that got us here
No wonder Fauci looked pissed.
But Donald just could not resist:
“Two drugs that for sure
Amount to a cure”
(That sadly does not yet exist).
It’s time for strong leadership, but
The man at the top is a nut.
He loathes the reliance
On truth, facts or science
Preferring his whim, mood, or gut.
There’s a choice over which one to fix:
The Dow Jones or the Old and the Sicks.
On one side there’s health
On the other there’s wealth.
Take a guess as to which one Trump picks.
A college mem’ry haunts me to this day.
A freshman college class. A game to play.
Scenarios where each group must arrive
At who among us will and won’t survive.
There’s roles to play in this reality
Of age and skill and personality.
Determine who can stay and who must go,
As tensions rise and real values show.
The old or flawed more quickly cast aside
While skilled or priv’leged stay on for the ride.
Triage in judging value of a life
And who among us gets to stick the knife.
A classroom tests the weight of I and Thou.
In larger scale, playing out right now.
No word when the crisis will end
But relief may be just ‘round the bend.
For the broken and ill
There’s 2.2 Trill.
A number I can’t comprehend.
Well, China was where it begun,
And Italy sure had its run.
The ongoing saga
Of our quest for MAGA –
How great to say “We’re #1!”
As victims so sadly amass,
We see it has now come to pass
Equipment, so treasured,
Has price tags all measured
In kisses he’ll get on his ass.
Sweet darkness escape
O precious sleep shelter me
No virus in dreams
While countless souls ponder their fate,
As we hole up in shelter and wait,
And we wonder who dies
For lack of supplies,
Trump crows that his ratings are great!
A global pandemic, or sham
Our lives are in chaos. Goddamn!
We can’t win for tryin’
You came in like a lion
Now please March, go out like a lamb.