June, 2019


Former Ethics Chief Shaub says “Beware”.
Fourteen tweets outline why we should care.
It starts with our guy’s
And then, things go downhill from there.


To some it was hard to explain
Why they moved the warship McCain.
Sure he was a brave Vet,
Decorated, and yet
Just the name may cause “Bone Spurs” some pain.


When Donnie arrived in Great Britain
He tweeted things that weren’t fittin’.
He went on and on
Insulting Mayor Khan.
Sad it’s with Kim Jong Un that he’s smitten.


George Nader, perhaps worthy of our scorn,
Once hooked up a back-channel to the Kremlin
With Erik Prince, that ol’ Blackwater gremlin.
And now the man’s been caught with kiddie porn.

His Mueller testimony might bring rage
Or just a shrug, depending on your side
But at the airport, on his phone, inside,
Explicit graphics of boys underage.

In White House, met with Kushner and with Bannon,
Despite reports of previous abuses.
Forget his sins, the man has greater uses –
His Middle East connections are like Manon.

For years, he ducked when conflicts had arisen
Through high-placed friends who kept him out of prison.


While thousands take to protest in the street
And Baby Blimp is floating overhead,
A robot tweets on gilded toilet seat
But Trump sees “great love all around” instead.

A stiff and awkward photo with the queen
No grabbing here. Behavior unassailable.
The BBC depicts him as porcine
How sad for him Fox News is not available.

Lampooning – such a proud British tradition
Grotesque sarcasm not meant to endear
But now it’s not mere folly but a mission
His right-wing message is not welcome here.

(Although the masses jeering truly grates,
He knows that they were bussed in from the states.)


There’s no deal with Korea.
There’s no deal with Japan.
There’s no deal with the Democrats.
The Art of Deal Man.

There’s no deal on the table.
There’s no deal on the floor.
And there’s no one in the White House
Who knows what the deal is for.

No deal yet on health care
And there’s no deal on the wall
No deal for the veterans
Except the one that’s raw.

There’s no dealing with our allies
There’s no dealing with our foes
The secret deal’s in armaments
(but everybody knows).

The environment will not be dealt with.
Its marker’s overdue,
And ultimately holds the cards.
A few more hands, and through.

No deal on the future.
No deal on the now.
A close eye on the dealer’s hands
Still won’t reveal the how.

When dealing with a dealer
It’s best to take it slow
For what was once a deal
Soon becomes Pay As You Go.


I’m afraid that it wouldn’t be slandering
To say North Carolina’s been pandering
To conservative bases
And votes with white faces
Through illegal racial gerrymandering.


So Trump wants to lower the bar
Of restricting emissions by car.
You know that it’s clear
That his plan’s too severe
When the industry says, “Hey, too far”.


So D-Day has come and has gone.
Brave soldiers who’s memories live on.
We reflect on their fate
But our Prez is irate
That the “D” in it don’t stand for “Don”.


Kashoggi, we should not forget,
Was killed by the Saudis, and yet
Trump sees their appeal
And will make an arms deal
Unless our own Congress says, “Nyet”.


The Mexico Trade Deal’s in place!
Trump shows himself off as an Ace!
(But much of this score
Was agreed months before
And a lot of the rest just saves face).


In this heat it’s quite hard to write jokes.
So much sun that my rhyming brain chokes
A profound fear of fire
Just helps me perspire
So glad Global Warming’s a hoax.


A foreign adversary’s now a friend,
Based on a rival’s dirt it may provide.
This statement illustrates a great divide:
Corrupted means to justify an end.

In emphasizing winning over leading,
We live in the United States of Trump
And wait for orders on how high to jump
While at the curb, Democracy is bleeding.

The despots and the strongmen he admires
He sides with over loyal opposition
And yet this un-American position
Helps light the torches for his base’s fires.

His answer that he finds no harm in listening.
Reflected in how bright his slime is glistening.


The man who said it wasn’t fakin’.
Somewhere an oath has been forsaken.
Impeachment action should be taken.


Iran wants a war, sez Pompeo
Response should come without delay-o.
All this policy wonkin’
Smells like Gulf of Tonkin
It’s hard to believe what he say-o.


I’d always felt I’d seen that face before
Unseeing porcine eyes, unsmiling sneer
A flat and scolding voice instilling fear
Just like my 3rd grade schoolyard monitor.

The podium had never looked so bleak
Until this chance to throw her weight around.
She’d drag a once free press down to the ground
And straight face’d lie when ‘ere she’d choose to speak.

Evade, deflect, obscure, ignore, deny,
Amazing work by this Gaslighting Queen
Oh Mama, treat those bad reporters mean
And dully normalize the actions of your guy.

Now Governor in Arkansas’ the goal.
For she devoid of conscience and of soul.


Needing all the support he could bolster,
He pulled current stats from his holster.
But the numbers he’s hidin’
Trail Warren and Biden
So our Prez simply fired his pollster.


Soon ICE will descend on our nation
Chasing migrants to Donald’s elation
With his great plan to seize
And deport refugees
In this “crisis” of his own creation.


Orlando’s where he spilled the loving cup
And let its nectar flow down on his base.
Condemned the present press right to their face,
And led the pungent cry to “lock her up!”.

“Those Democrats, you know they’re out to git ya’,
They only want to trash the things we’ve done
And take away your Bible and your Gun.
Without me you will never know what hit ya’.

So cheer me as you smell the swamp I’m draining.
We’ll stand against the angry Left-wing mob
And as I lie, deflect, deny and rob,
I’ll pee on you and you’ll believe it’s raining.”

A rally for this four year long infection.
I shudder when I think of re-election.


Will Donald pick up the Red Phone.
Is the chance for diplomacy blown.
Will the arms sale end
To our dear Saudi friend.
Will we go to war over a drone.


It’s all right, kids

Go out and play

We will not go

To war today.


So Donald says he never met her.
There’s a picture. How could he forget her.
Which one has the say
Of what happened that day.
Of the two of them, I’d have to bet, her.


The quaint phrase “safe & sanitary”
Sounds nice but still we should be wary.
No toothbrush. No soap.
How ‘bout some beds? Nope.
For children, this sounds more than scary.


There’s twenty-five hats in the ring.
How much game does each candidate bring.
The passion and vision
To avoid a collision
And dethrone our wannabe king.


Iran, oh Persia, wise and ancient land.
Rich history, a culture deep and great,
And yet between our governments, such hate
For reasons that I don’t quite understand.

Is it our issue with the God you serve.
Is it our lack of trust regarding nukes.
Is it your ayatollah’s smug rebukes.
Or is it but your oil rich reserve.

More sanctions take effect as tensions grow
We hold our breath as global leaders spar.
One wrong move, one word, one gesture once too far
And dominoes could shift the world we know.

A permanent closure of diplomacy
Is this a chapter that truly needs to be.


We’re hearing that come mid-July,
Robert Mueller will go testify.
What will Congress find out?
Was there ever much doubt?
Trump’s lie, after lie, after lie.


Ten candidates on Prime Time took the stage
To test the phrases that define their brand,
And joust about the topics placed at hand:
Health care, to war, to children in a cage.

The lesser-knowns would go to any lengths
To interrupt, to shine, to grab attention
And many questions barely got a mention
In answers framed to emphasize one’s strengths.

And now the morning pundits set their sights
Dissecting every gesture, word and glance
To analyze this studied, awkward dance,
And see who sweat the most beneath the lights.

(Oh, Beto, just a note before you vanish –
The rest on stage appreciate your Spanish)


Face down in the mud was their fate
Leaving horrors that we helped create
Governmental disruption,
Poverty and corruption
Meanwhile, who won the debate.


In Japan at the G-20 Meeting,
Climate Change was a topic, but fleeting.
Some folks think that their pact
Is too mild an act.
How long can our Earth stand the beating.


At the DMZ zone yesterday
Donald met with Kim Jong Un to play.
How historic and fine
That he stepped ‘cross that line.
Dear God, now if only he’d stay.

May, 2019


When his facts and his findings got bent,
Bob Mueller expressed his dissent
Barr misled the nation
With his Cliff’s Notes summation
What he said there was not what was meant.


Stonewalling – a word we hear a lot these days.
The choice that’s made to simply not respond.
A way to screw with whom you are not fond
A way to show the world that lying pays.

And by the way, Barr won’t show up today.
On Wednesday, what he said was quite enough
Kamala’s questioning was just too tough.
It’s all in his four pages, anyway.

In other news, our Government has sued
To wipe away all of Obamacare
Not just the parts Trump doesn’t like in there.
Now that’s our leader’s winning attitude.

Justice, climate, health & education.
The sinking of our once respected Nation.


Old reporters are standing in breadlines
While online sites rush to beat deadlines
Click bait or gossip.
It’s really a toss up.
While Donald Trump gets all the headlines.

John Kelly has got our attention
His new gig is sure worth a mention.
This ex Chief of Staff
Rose above the riff-raff
For a future in migrant detention.


The Derby will not be the same.
Two jockeys were wronged, so they claim.
The winner’s removal
Sparked Trump’s disapproval
I’m sure he thinks Clinton’s to blame.


Dire news obscured by fierce denial
Our future in a bleak reality
On path to something no one wants to see
Consumption and disposal now on trial.

A million species give or take a few,
Their cries are heard from forest, marsh and ocean
But still this grip upon a toxic potion
Shows clear how very little one can do.

A fragile web in which all are connected
Frayed to a point that’s almost beyond mending
We act as if this party’s never ending
While his’try tells us this is what’s expected.

Our business model praises growth unending
The price: our children’s future that we’re spending.


Pompeo gets “F” for a grade.
The dude just ain’t right in the haid.
He deserves to get struck
Because only a schmuck
Would praise global warming for trade.


Amazed by our ‘Boss of All Bosses”.
The number of lies he embosses.
This suave, debonair
Self-made billionaire
Made really a billion in losses


Get tickets and let’s book some rooms!
Get ready for weird mental zooms!
As time keeps on slippin’
We’ll soon be off trippin’
‘Cuz Denver has legalized ‘shrooms!


An opulence beyond a global reach
So grand the heights that grace the world’s elite
No gesture of excess too great a feat.
A contrast to the life of those who teach:

A woman, well respected, good repute,
Needs leave her class to seek recovery
Only to make the sad discovery
Her sick leave goes to pay her substitute.

What law creates this gross inequity.
The remedy, the curse of socialism?
Or is our lot forever with this schism
Something about this just seems sick to me.

Could those elected change the status quo
Our his’try gives answer that we know.


For guys, it’s “wham, bam, thank you, Ma’am”
Raising kids? Some could not give a damn.
With the coming court fights
About women’s rights,
They’ll be sending coat hangers to Alabam’.


Oh Mary MacLeod
Forgive my troll
But you should have used
Birth Control.


So with China, we’re in a trade war.
Could you please tell me – what is it for?
This tariff procession
Could cause a recession
We’ll feel when we’re at the store.


For our problems he has no solution
He colludes as he shouts “no collusion”.
What a twisted sideshow.
Watch our tax dollars go
To fund Barr seeking Trump’s retribution.


I ask you. What’s wrong with this man.
His insane foreign policy plan.
The only thing fine-a
Than a trade war with China
Is an actual war with Iran.


It’s hard to fathom all the things we lose
When we restrict a woman’s right to choose.
When men along the line enforce their will,
To make a mess, then stick her with the bill.

We wonder still what constitutes a life,
And ponder rights of woman and of wife
These ongoing debates – they are not new to us,
But government should stay outside the uterus.

A felony for doctors who assist,
While rapists get a slap upon the wrist.
The precious miracle for all to see
Born to a life of pain and poverty.

Please tell me true, what is a child’s worth.
Is life a sacred gift until its birth.


A fraudster who’s named Conrad Black,
Free from jail, with life back on track.
This convicted crook
Wrote a flattering book
About Trump, who pardoned the hack.


Venezuela seems under a curse.
The poverty there is perverse.
What sad failed wisdom
Brought death to their system.
In what ways did we make it worse.


Across the aisle, one man dared to reach
He took the time to read the full report,
Decided Barr’s conclusions fell far short,
And called for Donald Trump to be impeached.

How dare he stoop to put his Country first.
In God’s name, what the hell is this man for.
How could he help his own opponent score.
What made him say “Enough. This is the worst.”

He praised a “brilliant”, “awesome” Constitution.
Said it deserves a government to match it.
Reach past the ones who’d rather break than patch it
And find the just, non-partisan solution.

Uphold the rules and spirit of our system,
E’en when it’s more convenient to resist ‘em.


With Iran it’s as intense as it gets.
Every day, provocation & threats.
“The end of Iran”
That sounds like a plan.
The hist’ry of war is regrets.


Robert Smith gave the best present yet
To the fresh Morehouse graduate set.
A donation he’s giving
Will go to forgiving
Forty-million in student loan debt.


My former staffers have no more to say.
Your flurry of subpoenas do not matter
My talks with Putin? Only idle chatter.
Those black redaction bars are here to stay.

Don’t waste my time with some emoluments clause.
And don’t expect a chat with Don McGhan
Why am I dragging feet? Because I can.
My base could care less if I broke some laws.

My tax returns? I’ve said before. Forget it.
You won’t get far pursuing my finances
Call Deutsche Bank, and you can take your chances.
But push too far and I’ll see you regret it.

This ain’t my first time playing at this game
You know by now, Stonewall’s my middle name.


While our Prez entertains us with lies,
Where’s the push to de-carbonize?
If we don’t gain some traction
On concerted action,
We’ll be doomed by the sea level rise.


In an article sad and succinct,
Climate change and inbreeding are linked
With deforestation
To the realization
That Koalas will soon be extinct.


And now it is time to commence
The politicizing of Intelligence
Barr lied under oath
Let’s impeach them both
And deal with President Pence.


A record amount for Defense.
As the next round of war will commence.
Enrich those who procure,
Yet we don’t feel secure.
Does this use of our taxes make sense.


A random cab, behind the wheel a random man.
Articulate, a local, knew the score
Perspectives we had never heard before
His first home, many years ago, Afghanistan.

How many generations grew with war
His work, translating, for a while, took him back
And there he saw an odd man dressed in black
Who knew what his explosive vest was for.

Another time, a Texas poker game
A young man met who’s heart for battle burns
His first time out, he’s not with the returns
The driver slowly, clearly says his name.

A truth in war amidst a many lie
They who are remembered never truly die.


This weekend, Trump went to Japan.
Cheeseburgers and golf for our man.
He watched Sumo stars.
Spoke about trips to Mars.
If he’s going, that sounds like a plan.


2016, McConnell said “No.”
Merrick Garland would not make The Show.
But come 2020,
He’ll change his tune plenty
When Trump’s nominee gets a Go.


A brief appearance, soft, and almost halting.
No revelation and no glib retort
His testimony is in his report
But still, a lack of readership he’s faulting.

A sitting president cannot be charged
And yet quite clearly not exonerated
Now watch intent and wording get debated
And meaning get diminished or enlarged.

Interference in elections of our nation.
Evidence that indicates obstructions
Within those pages, findings and deductions
Now, as expected, Mueller’s resignation.

Before he leaves though, taking time to mention
Some things he needed brought to our attention.


After Mueller’s news conference adieu,
Trump’s desperate tweets, how they flew.
He spewed allegations
And false accusations.
How sad that his base thinks they’re true.

April, 2019

Oh no. Here it is, April First.
Its timing is really the worst.
While surrounded by goons,
Half-wits and buffoons,
It is for the Wise Fool that I thirst.

Disaster relief’s on the shelf.
Thanks McConnell, you fetid old elf.
You find money for tanks,
Israel and the banks,
But America can’t help itself.


Cindy Yang, a massage parlor sleaze,
Sells Trump access to the Chinese.
Her sly self-promotion
Brought one with a notion
To spread some computer disease.

So McConnell decides to “go nuke”
Making judges for life, sans rebuke.
He’ll be stacking courts plenty
Until 2020.
This guy makes me just want to puke.

“Persistent and pervasive threat”
To our security, and yet
This growing white supremacism
Is not perceived as terrorism.


Six-hundred fifty-five more days, we hope
’Til someone better qualified elected
Begins the tear-down of the walls erected
By this self-serving, grifting Orange Dope.

His tax returns are not for you to see,
Nor the report sat on by William Barr,
Those seeking his new Health Plan won’t get far,
But we can read his Biden tweets with glee.

And now he’s up for dissing Barbara Bush
How brave he is to speak ill of the dead.
But focus on his policies instead,
And find a candidate to kick his tush.

I’m sorry in my rhymes I have no answer
While fretting about windmills causing cancer.


For asylum, to us they took flight.
Separation then increased their plight.
It’s sad to the heart
That thousands apart
Will take two years to reunite.

A DHS leader named Kirstjen
Helped our refugee policy worstjen.
On kids she was tough,
But not quite enough.
She’s gone, but she won’t be the firstjen.


He found his politics while but a youth
With inspiration from Wayne LaPierre
For far-right causes he was always there
To hone his twisted shaping of the truth

At Duke, with Richard Spencer he connected
And after, writing speeches, paid the rent,
Well-crafted words to shade their ill intent
But in him, Bannon’s ghost is resurrected.

Now watch this Machiavelli’s rise in power
This man who serves as Trump’s trusted advisor
Behind him, more articulate, and wiser
Beware the shadow of his shining hour.

The calculating methods of a killer.
The empty, icy soul of Stephen Miller

Tho I’m sure quite a few will rejoice,
I’d prefer a more moderate voice.
It’s easy to squirm
For his record fifth term.
Netanyahu was not my first choice.


No tax returns. No Barr report.
And now Assange will go to court.
In the Land of the Free
What it’s legal to see
Makes me think that we’re being sold short.


Gannett, JetBlue, John Deere, Duke Energy,
Goodyear and Pitney Bowes, Eli Lilly,
Cliff’s, Aramark, Netflix and Salesforce,
GM, Whirlpool, and Molson-Coors – of course!

Tech Data, US Steel, IBM,
And Activision, Penske, MGM
Occidental, Rockwell-Collins, Delta Air
Dominion, Ryder and Alaska Air.

There’s Avis, Owens-Corning and Chevron
Prudential, Honeywell and Amazon,
And don’t forget our friends at Halliburton,
For all the work they do behind the curtain.

These corporations really have it made –
Last year, exactly ZERO TAXES PAID.

Some folks say that Assange is uncouth.
That his mission’s a crime, but forsooth –
He shows the eruption
Of power’s corruption
To those who can’t handle the truth.


Words spoken, reassembled by another
Then amplified upon the larger stage,
Delivered just to amplify the rage
Against a Representative, a mother,

A refugee, a story of success,
But still not welcomed by those “in the know”
Because of how she bucks the status quo.
For greatness sought, should she deserve no less.

Renounce the threats of deadly violence
Denounce the leader who with glee, provokes it
And find the heart to calm the fire that stokes it.
Condemn the end this hatred represents.

In life, I find it difficult to be
With those who’d kill with whom they disagree.


60 Minutes. Pelosi. Nice touch.
Her story, her power, and such.
She showed poise and wit.
Said the Prez was unfit.
But “progressive”? I don’t think so much.


Grand spire engulfed in flame
Only ash within the frame
Things will never be the same
It hurts just to say the name


Yesterday, a bipartisan blend
Moved to bring our troops’ role to an end
From the conflict in Yemen
But without much hemmin’
Trump vetoed for his Saudi friend.


Today “that report” will get shown.
What dark secrets will remain unknown.
Oh, what will it say.
Meanwhile, yesterday,
Kim Jong Un dropped a bomb of his own.


Muellers report! And now comes the reactions.
Two years, four-hundred fifty pages later,
What truths be told by this investigator,
Between the lines of of Barr’s “gentle redactions”.

Obstruction in eleven distinct cases
And more attempts, all there for our perusal,
But thwarted by his former staff’s refusal.
His policy of lies told to our faces.

He bitched about his lawyer taking notes
Pulled strings to undermine investigation,
Engaging in deliberate obfuscation,
But didn’t work with Russia for our votes.

The spin we got from Barr will come in handy.
Republicans can say it’s fine and dandy.


This sad, amoral grifter of a leader
This standard bearer for corrupt behavior
What type of soul would choose him as a savior
None but the basest of a bottom feeder.

Appealing to the shallow motivations
To sanctify the covetous and greedy
And better damn the righteous and the needy
While honoring the despots of all nations.

His type in politics is not a stranger
We’ve seen before this shameless anti-hero
The boastful self-enamored orange Nero
Who through his hubris puts us all in danger.

So step right up my friend and take your shot.
Right now he’s president and you are not.


Today the White House is the place.
A traditional Easter showcase.
It’s a festive affair,
But the only egg there
Is the one that’s on Donald Trump’s face.


Old friends and new in peaceful celebration
Stark contrast to events a world away
In Sri Lanka, such bloodshed yesterday
What end was served by this foul machination.

When faith and worship come to bloody end
What godly cause could possibly be served
What slaughtered innocents meet fates undeserved,
And in what Hell will perpetrators spend.

But now, my day of quiet joy complete,
In comfort, far away from any dangers
I pause to think of rows of faceless strangers
And mourn the deaths of those I’ll never meet.

How sad to note this heartless insurrection
Can cloud the promise of a resurrection.


There are reasons for prudent adherences
To who gets security clearances.
So many have tried
But got access denied,
Until Trump jumped in with interferences.

Mitch McConnell has made it quite clear:
No room for Progressives this year.
This Senate gate-keeper’s
The left wing’s Grim Reaper
Unless he’s bounced out on his rear.


In a gesture of interests united,
Vlad Putin and Jong Un were sighted.
They sat down for a chat
About this and that,
And Donald Trump wasn’t invited.


In Raqqa, our troops were deployed.
Their shelling was hard to avoid.
It slaughtered civilians,
Cost taxpayers billions.
It’s free now, but also destroyed.


Trump’s new Fed Reserve pick Steve Moore.
For the Billionaire Club, such a whore.
He says everywhere
Folks should pay their fair share.
His solution – more tax for the poor.


How I long for The Donald’s undoing.
How I hate how this country he’s screwing,
Every lie, spew and boast.
But what bothers the most
Are the people who like what he’s doing.


With Face the Nation, Lindsay Graham met,
To talk of Mueller, Trump & Barr, and such,
How Democratic scandals make him wet,
But looking into Donald’s – not so much.

With Clinton, he could not dig deep enough.
The length he’d go to keep The White House clean –
Impeach the man for all his acts obscene.
But Donald? Things are different with his stuff.

He’ll overlook what came from Don McGann.
He’s done, and he’s heard all he needs to know.
But words came back to haunt him on that show
His ethics shift depending on the man.

Compare him now to what he’s said and writ.
Lindsay Graham. What a hypocrite.


News today I did not read or hear.
Did I miss it? Not really, my dear.
I played music instead.
But one item I read:
Rodney Robinson, Teach of the Year.

Our Second Anniversary!


Two years ago upon this very day
I started with a rather simple verse,
Then daily wrote of world events perverse
In all that time, there wasn’t much to say…

Some houses burned, some famous people died,
Some 36 Trump cronies got indicted,
Flyover states saw cities grow more blighted
White guys with guns mass-murdered for their pride.

The rich got more while workers took a hit.
Our press and whistle-blowers paid quite dearly.
We witnessed stacked courts shifting right so clearly
While Politicians spewed their same old shit.

Brown kids were put in cages, glaciers dwindled,
Big Pharma grew, while sickly folks got swindled,
And blameless souls in countries far away
Were killed by weapons Made in USA.

Atop it all, just watching with a shrug.
Our President, this graceless, tone-deaf thug.

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March, 2019

The new EPA head named Wheeler
Is a big-time Coal Industry dealer.
As his underlings flee,
He claims progress is key –
This safeguard protection repealer.

If truly we wish value from our future
Then now we must see value in a teacher
A lazy, over-paid, socialist creature
For young and challenged minds, a healing suture.

Inspired and inspiring when at best
This baby sitter, warden, cop and friend
A job of late that’s hard to recommend
And now it’s their resolve that’s put to test.

The Titans, Brokers, Superstars and scammers
And those who’s business is but making money
Contribute less, but take home all the honey.
Demanding Fair is not sickles & hammers.

You know the billionaire DeVos is wise.
She knows well the solution. Privatize.


There once was a Black man named Stern
Who gave neo-Nazi’s the burn
Through an odd twist of fate,
Took the reins of their hate,
And will force NSM to adjourn.


Abuse and obstruction; rampant corruption.
Dozens of folks from Trump’s organization.
This Judicial Branch inquiry’s quite a sensation.
And how does our Prez cope with all this disruption?

A lie-filled flag-humping show for his base.
The CPAC Regatta – a week-end long rite
Of Red, White & Blue – with the focus on White.
A break from the troubles outside he must face.

There’s family and friends with questions to answer
Two sons and an in-law, a long list of cronies
Made up of enforcers, grifters and phonies
We know he’s a dealer, but how good a dancer.

The Greatness of our Great American Scandals.
So cast a wide net on Democracy’s vandals.


When she lost the election, she grieved,
And her many supporters were peeved,
But when Hil made it clear
That she won’t run next year,
I must say I was slightly relieved.


Their last Summit wasn’t much fun.
Now a nuclear rebuild’s begun.
With his cronies indicted
Too bad Trump got slighted
By his good friend dictator Jong Un.


With current events off the scale,
Theres much to make one weep and wail.
One’s mood can be gray,
But one good thing today
Is Paul Manafort goes to jail!


The much anticipated day in court
Came for the “blameless life” of Manafort
When for his acts, committed fraudulently,
His sentencing was offered leniently.

A stellar past in service to corruption,
To global despots fostering disruption
How many through his service came to pain
Before his job as head of Trump’s campaign.

But forty-seven months is what’s expected
When one is white and wealthy and connected.
If you should steal a million or a dollar,
The justice is the color of your collar.

This man has no contrition to confess.
How many have served more for doing less.


Dave Bernhardt now heads the Interior.
His goal: make protections inferior.
The man sold his soul
To Oil Gas and Coal.
I wish we could kick his posterior.


There’s a rhyme to write – better get to it.
But I waited too long and I blew it.
One about our Head Crook’s
Signing folks’ Holy Books
But a friend of mine just beat me to it.


How many billion dollars does it take
To build a border wall that does not break.
How long must lies and prejudice persist
To sell a crisis that does not exist.

Twenty-five million dollars for each mile
Would fund our schools quite nicely for a while
But God’s anointed savior leads our nation –
With Trump in charge who needs an education.

There was a time Republicans stood fast
Against all debt, but lo, that time has passed
Now lining up to feed the Great Machine
They’re printing cash at rates that are obscene.

Security is pushed like a narcotic,
This 700 miles of idiotic.


Our planet is going insane
With many in fear or in pain
But the sad thing today
Is the passing away
Of the legend of drumming, Hal Blaine.


When some MAX-8 planes crashed in a flurry,
Governments grounded them in a hurry.
Good precautions to take,
But with Boeing at stake,
Our FAA says “Not to worry”.

(I’m pleased to note that since this rhyme was posted, these coffins on wings have since been grounded in the USA. I guess our President read my rhyme. Bravo!)

Why on earth would one work to Be Best.
You can pay someone to take your test.
To get in the best schools
There’s two sets of rules –
For the rich, and then all the rest.


When hatred leaps from thought to manifest
And dreams of bloodshed wake unto the real,
This 8-chan sickness now in stark reveal,
To foster fear and foment more unrest.

A tribute to the slaughters of the past,
These bullets fly in Christchurch of all places
His target – worshippers with darker faces
Demented star with his unwilling cast.

A secret web of hatred cheers it on
For yes, this massacre was broadcast live
What monstrous soul could ever this contrive
Oh One God, please, where on Earth have you gone.

His manifesto brings the darkest clue:
White Children, this man did it all for you.


When Congress gave Trump a defeat
On his Border Wall Crisis conceit,
While perched on his throne,
He picked up his phone
And delivered his VETO by tweet.


Two years ago upon this very day
I started with a rather simple verse,
Then daily wrote of world events perverse
In all that time, there wasn’t much to say…

Some houses burned, some famous people died,
Some 36 Trump cronies got indicted,
Flyover states saw cities grow more blighted
White guys with guns mass-murdered for their pride.

The rich got more while workers took a hit.
Our press and whistle-blowers paid quite dearly.
We witnessed stacked courts shifting right so clearly
While Politicians spewed their same old shit.

Brown kids were put in cages, glaciers dwindled,
Big Pharma grew, while sickly folks got swindled,
And blameless souls in countries far away
Were killed by weapons Made in USA.

Atop it all, just watching with a shrug.
Our President, this graceless, tone-deaf thug.


Steve King jokes about Civil War.
With one trillion bullets to score.
It’s Blue versus Red!
It’s Americans, dead!
This man is depraved to his core.


The New York AG took a look
At the Trump Foundation ledger book.
Crossing ethical lines
Cost it millions in fines,
For his own benefit he partook.


Houston’s dark clouds are safe, so they say.
Two days worth of fire. OK…
Naphtha, gas and xylene
Spewing smoke on the scene…
Say “Hello” to your new EPA.


So New Zealand bans guns of assault.
This will not bring their woes to a halt.
When guns are outlawed,
Liberty will get flawed.
If they live, it’s their own goddamned fault.


Trump’s budget that’s for 2020
Cuts social program funding plenty.
The poor, sick and old
Get stuck in the cold.
It’s the same ol’
Republican stunt-y.


Two years and costing over 30 mil,
This nightmare of a “witch hunt” and a “hoax”
This running theme of late night talk show jokes,
But for the facts, we are but waiting still.

For Mueller’s work is in the hands of Barr.
Despite his promise of transparency
How much will Congress really get to see
How deep the revelations and how far.

Now breathlessly we wait for some conclusion
Some clean-up for these many cans of worms
From Deutsche Bank to crony prison terms,
And maybe just a hint of some collusion.

But now the air is filled with pundit chatter
And to his base, the findings will not matter.


For Econ, Steve Moore has no head.
He just makes up statistics instead.
This man is the joke
Who helped Kansas go broke,
And he’s Trump’s pick to serve on the Fed.


Yesterday, we were hoping for plenty.
But instead of “Home Run!”, we got “bunt-y”.
If that’s really that,
“Mueller Time” just fell flat.
Let’s hear it for “Trump 2020!”


The poem of the beast now, six-six-six.
The downward spiral of my daily counting.
With rancor on both sides, the pressure mounting
Combines with ego for a toxic mix.

Exonerated by who he appointed,
Proclaiming victory, this Teflon Don
Is free to proudly perpetrate The Con,
Emerging as his base’s True Anointed.

And with that four-page summary in hand,
He rubs it in the face of his accusers,
Those fiction-writing sick and biased losers
And moves ahead more firmly in command.

It seems, with Russians, he did not consort.
Still we demand to see the full report.

DeVos says “cut Special Olympics”.
To provide some minor budget fix.
An inspiring show,
But the money must go
To fund projects of some old limp pricks.


In America, land of the free
We enjoy the right to disagree
For what ever reason.
But I’ll call it treason
If you dare disagree with me


It’s hard to know where to begin
As I look at The Don and his kin
Rude, callous and vain
Neanderthal brain,
And an ego devoid of chagrin.

So Trump is absolved of all guilt.
Yet disclosure demands will not wilt.
For some say that Barr
Has gone a bit far,
Causing scales of justice to tilt.


What once was posed as “truth”, becomes “opinions”.
Convenient second thoughts with trial looming
But what of all the lies, his fans consuming
False flag beliefs dispersed among his minions.

So now his second thoughts on crisis actors
Those twenty-six poor victims really dead
But Alex Jones deflects the blame instead
And points at dark conspiratory factors.

What once was sold as “news”, now “entertainment”
Among the right-wing paranoia lot.
Unwilling to admit the grief he brought
Perhaps his tune will change at his arraignment.

Yes, many times our government has lied.
But Sandy Hook was real, and children died.

February, 2019

Today is the First, and it’s clear
That Black History Month is now here.
A rich legacy
That happens to be
In the shortest month of the year.


A nuclear pact pull-out’s looming.
Trump & Putin have peace-niks all fuming.
The arms race is on!
In a flash, we’ll be gone!
Who cares? The Defense sector’s booming!

Though clever commercials delay it,
The Super Bowl’s here. Hip-Hooray it.
Our president scoffed
That the game’s become soft.
Still, he wouldn’t want Barron to play it.


“Executive Time” is a clever
Way of saying “A schedule?Never!”
Watching TV and tweeting.
An occasional meeting.
The most productive President ever!

The State of The Union’s tonight.
Time for Trump to make everything right
For border hysteria
And chaos in Syria
And folks who are rich, male and white.


A lengthy speech marked by uneven tone
Highlighting presidential contradictions
And filled with his abundant trademark fictions
About that lawless southern border zone.

His TelePrompTer called for compromise,
So dangling hopes of “peace and legislation”
He blasted partisan investigation
That seeks the truth that lies beneath the lies.

While Democratic women, wearing white
Took time to loudly celebrate their presence
A grimace barely masked Pence’s unpleasance
These new recruits have just begun to fight.

With mem’ries of that shutdown hard to swallow,
Trump’s call for greatness sadly rang out hollow.


Oh, Virginia. What more can I say.
You’re sure in the headlines today.
Your three at the top,
And a Nazi ex-cop…
This behavior is just not O.K.


The Enquirer – A Crown Jewel of The Press
With photos of Jeff Bezos’ naughty bits
Attempted to cause him blackmailed fits
But Bezos turned the log to show the mess.

Not mum on Pecker’s Saudi dealings,
Relentless coverage on Kashoggi’s killing,
The WaPo showed that it was more than willing
To take on threats of sleazy tabloid squealings.

Our President, though, not above the fray,
Enjoyed his ally’s pledge to “catch & kill”
While yet extorting Bezos for the thrill
One wonders – what would Walter Cronkite say?

The threats extend to Ronan Farrow too.
They said “stop digging or we’ll ruin you”.


There once was an acting AG
Who had an odd job history
At his hearing, he stalled,
Sweat a lot and stonewalled,
Then off to Trump Tower did flee.


Take a moment and look at the bump
In the millions of dollars to pump
By committees and lobbies
Who make it their hobbies
To stay in hotels owned by Trump.


A U.S. plane loaded with gun
Flew to Venezuela, not for fun.
It was sent on a mission
To arm opposition
‘Cause our country did not like who won.


With a much smaller number selected,
A solution to shutdown’s detected.
Perhaps it was wise
To seek compromise
If one might like to get re-elected.


How far the once-mighty can fall.
El Chapo is guilty of all.
He’d run drugs and kill
Now Ted Cruz has a bill
To get him to pay for the wall.

A Trump pal named Paul Manafort
Made the error of lying in court.
The judge said she feels
This voided his deals,
And may add more years just for sport.


A power grab while we all slept.
His bound’ries now far over-stepped.
The border’s no urgency.
Our real emergency
Is 22 trillion of debt.


Of foreign foe there’s no on-rushing flood
No migrant hordes through non- existent gates
These lies are fanning fears and fueling hates
Our threats are summer fire and winter mud.

Our danger’s not the savage at our border
But folks who look like us with mortal rage
Not frightened brown-skinned children in a cage
But some disgruntled white guy weapons-hoarder.

Our greater threat’s not strangers come to kill
Or take the jobs we’ve all lost to robotics
But overdosing on legal narcotics,
And lack of good insurance when we’re ill.

It’s all in what emergency you choose
Dictated by your keepers at FOX News.


To think of our agents repels me.
To hang with dictators propels me.
It just makes more sense
That intelligence
Is whatever Vladimir tells me.


Seen through Donald’s political prism,
Our country is plagued by a schism.
He’s leading the fight
To champion the right
To the left of him’s all Socialism.


It’s early now, but still there are debates
Among the 2020 candidates
Each day, the Democrats expand the field
With hats in ring, what will the future yield.

There’s Amy Klobuchar from Minnesoter.
A hard-ass boss with rampant staff turnover
And Bernie’s back, though last time things went rough
He’ll get the votes from folks who want free stuff.

Liz Warren takes on privileged elite
But can a person win without Wall Street.
Kamala and her prosecutor’s reasoning,
Politically might need a bit more seasoning

The Senator from Newark, Corey Booker
Walked back from his PAC money pressure cooker,
But Tulsi Gabbard might have done a bad
By meeting up with Bashar al-Assad.

More names come as this list of runners grows,
Like John Delaney, who no one really knows…


The judge in his sights wants to know
Are there limits to how low he’d go.
If it’s not what he meant,
What WAS his intent.
Roger Stone is one crazy mofo.


A white Coast Guard racist has said
That he longs to make innocents dead.
With weapons stockpiled,
His story, quite wild.
CNN gave us Jussie instead.


The Green Deal Feinstein is eschewing
While our planet is in for a screwing.
A battle for power
As we near Zero Hour.
Don’t worry. She knows what she’s doing.


Mark Harris may just take a beating
In his quest for Congressional seating.
This preacher for God
Got tied up in fraud
And just could not win without cheating.


The melting glacier and dying barrier reef,
The freeze and fire of seasonal extremes
Each day a new catastrophe it seems
As those in charge place profit over grief.

Our carbon footprint scars are everywhere
As frack and soot expel beyond compliance
When one has faith, who has a need for science
Why worry when Big Daddy will take care.

Our leader scoffs at studied bleak assessments
He’ll make a new committee of his own
Of doubters and deniers out on loan
From companies protecting their investments.

This Green New Deal’s quite expensive, tho
The world can not afford the status quo.


The Congress will vote disapproval.
For his wall, he should get not a ruble.
Then Cohen testifies
And we’ll hear wheres and whys
That might bring about his removal.


“A racist. A con man. A cheat”.
This sums up our leader, complete.
Today, a bit later,
He’ll sit with dictator
Kim Jong Un for a nice Meet ‘n’ Greet.


Only four men know just what was said.
Translators, and each country’s head.
Trump told us all why
(Why on earth would he lie)
But it looks like a deal is dead.

January, 2019

How sad our Prez chose not to go
Ring the New in at Mar a Lago.
May he sit on the John
Tweeting out until dawn
To reruns of Guy Lombardo.

The Mitt Romney Wa-Po Op-Ed
Has Trump and his crew seeing red.
Don’t carp and lament
Over Trump’s “Deep Descent”
Just be a “Team Player” instead.


So once again Pelosi takes the gavel,
And true to form, a woman on a mission.
Now Trump can face a real politician
Who’ll help this bully blowhard’s slow unravel.

New faces, new agendas take the floor
As fear and judgement butt against their hopes.
And may, with grace, they quickly learn the ropes
Then show us what Democracy stands for.

So witness this historic swearing in
Tho’ opposition offers mostly swearing.
Now will our man in charge be quite as daring?
Who cares. Now let the oversight begin.

New chapters open now – good luck to all,
Except on getting funding for that wall.


His staff is a hemorrhaging mess.
The government’s shut, more or less.
The market is fallin’
Soon, Mueller comes callin’
And this he calls “too much success”.


As Week Three of The Shutdown Game commences
His Loyal Staffers get a tidy bump
While Furloughed Workers surely root for Trump
Reflecting on the Scope of Consequences.

There’s always money for Collecting Taxes.
But those Food Stamps will prob’ly have to go,
Along with most entitlements. You know,
austerity is such a Noble Practice.

So shut it down for months or even years.
Just sit and hold your breath ‘til we turn blue.
Get Hannity to bark your praise on cue,
And bathe in your supporters’ hollow cheers.

A vigil for the Endgame to begin.
A wall does not protect from rot within.


This frolicking Socialist teen!
Her video dance is obscene!
If we don’t stop this witch
She’ll be taxing the rich
To pay for the New Deal Green!


At the Golden Globes people were waitin’.
The winners were cause for debatin’.
Who would steal the scene:
Lady Gaga or Queen,
Or Christian Bale for his Satan.

(bonus sonnet – no extra charge!)
You can’t impeach someone who’s doing great.
You know that you can’t win in 2020.
Most people say that I’ve accomplished plenty.
Who else could match the winning I create.

I’ve stymied trade and turned the market bear
My cabinet is leaking like a sieve
I slipped our former allies all the shiv,
And championed profit over cleaner air.

For dictators and and despots I’m a sucker.
I know that global warming’s not for real.
I’ve lied, insulted, swore & copped a feel
While shocked when being called a “mother-fuxxer”.

Some find my record dubious, but shucks,
I also filled the courts with right-wing schmucks.


Tonight! Broadcast live from the Oval
The Networks are at Trump’s disposal.
As each falsehood slips
From his gross, pouty lips
I’d rather watch John Bolton yodel.


About this 5.7, tell us please
On what do you base your priorities.
Is this an act that benefits the most,
Or merely satisfies a campaign boast.

Could not that future debt be better spent,
If sent to bolster steel and cement
Of roads and bridges far within our borders,
Or used to fund the costs of doctors’ orders

To help rebuild our broken middle class.
This crisis rests upon your head you ass.
Objective compromise leads to reform
A leader’s tantrum never is the norm.

A wall, with countless fences left to mend.
This shutdown still is no means to an end.


As measured compromise sits on the shelf
Two sides dig in. Intractability.
To test the borders of civility
A government at war against itself.

Both sides entrenched for ever-shifting whys
An image of arm wrest’ling politicians
Their public faces mask private ambitions
While consequences stack up to the skies.

Two narratives collide, their truths in contrast.
A crisis or a crisis made for show
The time of post-truth makes it hard to know.
So Chuck and Nancy’s “No” meets exit bombast.

Eight hundred thousand workers in a freeze.
Each one a National


In the meantime, the suit, Michael Cohen
Will tell Congress what he is knowin’
Of pornstar relations
And Moscow persuasions
While our president’s nose just keeps growin’


From Iowa, Steve King is good
Praising White Western Ways as he should
But he stoops way too low
And his true colors show
When he gets the white sheet and the hood.


Hey Trump, if I may be so bold,
Your shutdown is sure getting old.
With this crisis you made
Workers ain’t getting paid
And our National Parks reek of mold.


How funny that Fake News reporters
See no crisis at all at our borders.
The House passed some Spending
Bills for shutdown ending,
While McConnell just waits for Trump’s orders.


Seven-hundred thirty-six days remain
Until our country’s next inauguration
And still the tantrum shutdown plagues our nation
Eight-hundred thousand workers bear that pain.

While at the White House, Clemson football winners
Are feted by our fast-food fan in-chief
Providing comic photoshop relief
So, let them all eat Happy Meal Dinners.

A trying time of famine and of feast
Of banquets filled with empty calories
Their handy plastic boxes fill our seas
While hungry minds rage on against the beast.

How many ways to shape my little rhymes
To say we live in “interesting times”.


Meanwhile, in Britain, you know
Theresa May has quite a show.
This Brexit excursion’s
The world’s longest version
Of Should I Stay or Should I Go.


So Rudy regrets the confusion,
Never saying there was no collusion.
If there was some, you know,
‘Twas a long time ago,
But it’s just false reporting illusion.


A narcissist, alas, he has no cure
Perhaps tho, for brief times, he’ll rise above
That lack of empathy, and self-fixated love.
The best the rest can do is just endure.

Enabl’rs grease his path and offer traction.
While he sows chaos, fear and competition,
And lying constantly without contrition
No bound’ries to rein in self-serving action.

A lifetime spent mistaking wealth for value
Embracing shallow flattery as love
While doubters and dissenters get the shove.
With just enough charisma there to pal you.

Each tweet, each quote, each headline coming faster.
Not so much clown as some depraved ringmaster.


Today there’s a nationwide crowd.
Standing tall, they’ll be strong, they’ll be loud.
Women there of all kinds
Singing songs, holding signs.
May they all wear their pussy hats proud.


On Saturday, Trump gave his spiel.
“Fund the wall and I’ll keep DACA real”.
A publicity stunt
As he whiffs at a bunt.
What we see here’s the Art of No Deal.


There once was a MAGA Hat Teen.
To an Elder Vet, he appeared mean.
One’s cause to get ired
By what had transpired
Depends on what footage was seen.


O Buzzfeed, what’s this bombshell you’ve reported.
Your shocking news from vetted unnamed sources
Is not the line that Mueller quite endorses.
Is what you say untrue or just distorted.

When accuracy loses out to speed
And wishful thinking trumps the need for fact,
The 5th Estate is that much less intact.
Don’t give us rumor. Truth is what we need.

What Mueller knows he sure ain’t rightly sayin’.
But still, “Not accurate” does not mean “lies”
So BuzzFeed’s boss is standing by his guys,
And with their story, right now, they are stayin’.

A slow and measured pace by a Grand Jury
Breeds more conjecture, frustration, and fury.


Look around at the damage. So much.
The shutdown, the chaos and such.
Like his ventures before,
The outlook is poor.
Donald Trump has Reverse Midas Touch!


State of the Union. Please. How many care.
Beyond that, view the sad state of the world.
Oxfam statistics recently unfurled
Of 26 elite who will not share

How many generations’ prominence
Through them lay claim to half the global wealth
Through nepotism, cunning, strength and stealth
And how do they exert their dominance

In gross and subtle ways we are beholden
From massive debt, to those obscenely poor,
In serving those who’s only want is more.
A never ending quest to gild the golden.

And while they run the systems that deceive us,
We wrestle for the paltry crumbs they leave us.


To some, AOC is a witch.
Gives the Right wing a nasty-ass itch.
She’s a commie for sure
For seeing a cure
In taxing the richest of rich.


So the government’s no longer shut.
Thirty-five days, and for what.
The Donald got bested.
Roger Stone got arrested.
And Ann Coulter’s slapped on the butt.


What else besides “arrested” is ascribed
To he with Richard Nixon on his back
Who’s motto’s but “Accuse! Deny! Attack!”
The life-long “Dirty Trickster”, self-described.

With Manafort, he lobbied unafraid
To represent the bullies of the world,
Was there when Willie Horton was unfurled,
Made Opposition Research stock-in-trade.

He’d threaten or malign those in his path
His methods, truly devious and potent,
Described as copulating with a rodent.
“Get Roger Stone”, pay up, then take a bath.

From Nixon, Reagan, Dole, to Trump it’s clear
The draining of the swamp begins right here.


Beyond the issues and their litmus tests,
There’s much to say for one who knows the game
Who sets you up, then lets you wear the blame.
The dividends experience invests.

Like hardball, chess and blind-man’s bluff combined
Like sausage being made – that’s politics.
And therein lies the problem and the fix.
So back again, she’s not there to be kind.

Beyond the wall, beyond the shutdown show,
Beyond the glaring lack of invitation
To speak to congress and address the nation,
How galling that a woman told you no.

The strategy of bullying the weaker
Did not prepare you well for Madame Speaker.


Howard Schultz took a moment to say
He might run for the White House today.
Just another resplendent
Billionaire “independent”.
Stick with your half-caf iced soy latte.


There once was a Public Utility
Who gouged us without much humility.
They’re now going broke
Leaving fire victim folk
Seeking justice in smoky futility.


Election Day off? Mitch despises it!
A conspiracy’s how he surmises it.
So can we connote
That one’s right to vote
Is O.K. until one exercises it?

Merry Christmas from TrumPoetry!


‘Twas the night before Christmas, and at the White House
Everyone was indicted except the Head Louse.
The lights were all out, and the cell phones were gone
In hopes that the Prez wouldn’t tweet from the John.
Ivanka and Jared curled up free from blame,
Though they spent the past year cashing in on their name.
And Mama Melania slept through the racket
Wraped up in her “I Really Don’t Care, Do You?” Jacket.

When the Justice Department erupted with clamor
As they bet on the next one to go to the slammer,
Away went the Congress, with government closed –
Who cares if it’s We the People who get hosed.
The market was dropping like new-fallen snow
Leaving hordes of short-sellers with eyes all aglow,
When what to my year-weary eyes did appear,
But a caravan led by illegal reindeer.
With a little old driver, so fed up and tired
By the end of the year, he would quit or get fired.
Like endangered eagles, they limpingly came
As I wondered who’d be left for Donald to blame.
First Sessions, then Zinke, then Kelly, then Mattis.
Giuliani is staying, but he’d work for gratis.
With Haley’s departure, the U.N.’s in limbo
But she’ll be replaced by some young FOX News bimbo.
It’s a fast-sinking ship – it’s a crumbling wall
So dash away, dash away, dash away all!

I was shaking my head and about to get drunk
Contemplating how low our great country had sunk
When Santa walked in – the old man got grounded.
His reindeer locked up and his sleigh was impounded.
Poor Rudolph got wounded – that ended his schleppin’
When a cop mistook his bright red nose for a weapon.
I saw Santa wince as he clutched at his back
And he grabbed OxyContin from out of his pack.
But still as a trouper, he took to his task
In between taking sips from a Royal Crown flask.
I handed him treats and he emptied the bowl,
In return though, he filled up our stockings with coal.
“You’re welcome” he grunted, and went on to say
“For this you can thank Donald Trump’s EPA.
The North Pole is melting and flooding out folks.
So glad Climate Change is a mere Chinese hoax”.

Then shrugging his shoulders and scratching his head,
He said “Hey, we’re done here, just go back to bed”
Then calling an Uber, he went down the block
With faint hopes of getting his sleigh out of hock.
But as he rode off, I heard Santa wail
“Merry Christmas is a greeting that’s too big to fail!”