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A while back I spoke of hill-billy songs I learned as a kid, some that were pretty guttural (which appears more appropriate as these campaigns evolve). For the one that comes to mind, you had to eat beans before the performance:

Though her teeth are phony / From chawin’ ring baloney / She’s my freckle-face consumption / Mary Jane, BARRUMPH!

There’s a lot you can do with this, so eat your beans and have at it.  A few of mine are below.

Though he’s lots of money
His statements hoo ha funny
The Republican contender
Trumpldee, BARRUMPH!

Though his manner’s brutish
With policies so foolish
He’s the GOP pretender
To the throne, BARRUMPH!

Since his name’s Hispanic
He puts me in a panic
He’s the judge who’ll prove me truly
Fraudulent, BARRUMPH!

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Again, Apologies to H.M.S. Pinafore

I am the perfect pattern of a pompous party candidate
My followers are swallowers of all that I prevaricate
It doesn’t matter that my chatter lacks of true consistency
They cheer at what they hear because I chatter so convincingly

I’m master at manipulating media attentiveness
Opponents, when capitulating, broadcast their resentfulness
Their slights delight me in that they enhance my popularity
But then they board my wagon praising me with all sincerity

Prevailing in the primaries, it has become quite evident
That January twentieth, I’ll be sworn in as President
I’ll be the news when I refuse; this nightmare has been haunting me
The Presidency’s not for me, too much responsibility.

6/3/16

It concerns me that the Sanders campaign is threatening a floor fight at the convention, i.e. to continue the campaign to be the nominee even after the primaries on June 7th.  I believe his campaign has earned him a voice on the platform and a prime-time speech, but only after he concedes the nomination to Hillary, independent of the June 7th results.

Bernie, Bernie
Full of fury
Aimed at Demos debonair
With votes lacking
He’s attacking
Party rules as too unfair

Philadelphia do beware

Floor fights threatened
Tempers heightened
Time to cool down this discord
Time to be
For unity
Opposing whom we can’t afford

All together in accord

6/2/16

A federal judge ordered the release of hundreds of documents related to the fraud case against you know who. See the link, ‘Fraud Victims”, to a Daily Kos article. But, of course, I too have to comment –  in my own way.

Fraud Victims

Hear ye! Hear ye!
Gather near me
Boy, have I got news for you
If you’re lacking education
You can start matriculation
Right away at my TU

Max your plastics
It’s fantastic
You’ll become a rich tycoon
If aspiring to retiring
Use those savings; shoot the moon

All my secretes to my fortune
Yours to learn at my TU
Once you’ve payed me all your fortune
You’ll have learned the art of screw

6/1/16

Often times the Email version of a Poelitics poem is distorted in presentation or out of date i. e. is not the most updated version.  Also at times referenced links to other articles and websites do not come through properly in the Email. When this happens it is best to access the blog directly, Poelitics, or click on the link to the posting provided at the bottom of the Email.

A contributor to this blog sent an article that was in the April 25 SOLON by Dr. Sophia A. McClennen, Assoc. Dir. of the School of International Affairs and Founding Director of Penn States Center for Global Studies.  A Link to the article, which was the inspiration for the following poelitic, is given below.  

What if …

I say with all sincerity
I don’t doubt his vitality
But clarity’s a rarity
Except in trading reality

I question with temerity:
His dearth of credibility
And deeds of such disparity
All hint of some senility?

5/31/16

Marco, Marco quite the fellow
Seems your word is firm as Jello
Once you scorned him
Now you’ve joined him
Your once blue blood turned to yellow

Hillary dillery naughty, naughty
Don’t be coy and don’t be haughty
We know that you had no faith
That your Emails would be safe
Emails draw those prying eyes
Keep them from Department spies
So, Inspector, reprimand
It won’t matter, you’ll still stand

5/28/16

In spite of his wealth, one candidate’s public behavior reveals to me an underlying lack of self confidence, leading me to speculate on its origin.

When I Was a Lad
Apologies to H.M.S. Pinafore

When I was a lad
I had a dad
Who was so darn capable
It hurt me bad
It hurt me badly so consistently
That now I am the leader of the GOP

It hurt him badly so consistently
That now he is the leader of the GOP

Dad made his millions
Trading properties
As for me, my father
I could never please
That I couldn’t please him so persistently
I am now the leader of the GOP

That he couldn’t please him so persistently
He is now the leader of the GOP

When Dad passed away
Millions passed to me
I am now worth billions
Wouldn’t Dad be pleased?
Since I made those billions so deceptively
I am now the leader of the GOP

Since he made those billions so deceptively
He is now the leader of the GOP

President, I ran for
As a lark, you see
But since I can’t lose
I am the nominee
Due to you, dear Dad, I am the nominee
And I’ll be the greatest leader of the GOP

Due to his dear dad, he is the nominee
And he’ll be the greatest leader of the GOP

5/26/16

As a young man I played the guitar and sang folk songs,  the kind collected by Alan Lomax and Burl Ives in the hill country of America.  With all the political garbage currently being dredged up, one of those songs came to mind: ‘Dirty Lil, Dirty Lil / Lived on top of Garbage Hill / Never took a bath and never will / Qwth – dang, Dirty Lil.’.  The ‘Qwth – dang’ was the wad of phlegm landing in the spittoon.  Why ‘dang’ instead of ‘ding’ ?- By the time the sound reaches your ears, it’s already past tense.  Well, I wrote a take-off on ‘Dirty Lil’, but it wouldn’t be politically correct for me to sing it.  However, if someone else were to sing it, it would sound like:

Lying Trmp, Lying Trmp

Grovels in the garbage dump

Never tells the truth while on the stump

Qwth – dang, Lying Trmp

Most of my poelitics are written with a smile.  They make fun of whomever, while being in fun.  However, recent revelations about Veterans being disused and abused for political purposes prompted me to post this poem from my third self-published poetry book.  I served 8 years active duty in the Air Force.  Whereas I was never in a combat zone, I knew many who were and witnessed their sacrifice as well as that of their families.

Note: The Email rendering of the poem may be confusing.  Please open the blog.

I am the son of everyone
Your daughter, I, no matter who
Don’t speak heroics that I’m gone
Like yours my blood runs red, not blue
I did what soldiers all must do
And now I see me lying dead
My life I paid – to fight for you

No lovers will my arms embrace
No child will ever issue forth
No loving family at my place
No golden years to gray my head
I wonder if it all was worth –
My duty’s done – now that I’m dead

Yet politicians prance and preen
And praise the soldiering I’ve done
And prattle the heroic scene
“Our soldiers brave, we honor all
This war they fight, it must be won
Since re-election’s in the Fall
7/19/10