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RBG passed on today. Distressed, bereft is how we feel
A giant jurist of our time who fought for rights of all mankind
Especially for women’s rights she persevered with guts and smarts
True, Kamala as candidate to be VP
Sans RPG just wouldn’t be
She has a special place in all our hearts
A legacy of law and love she leaves behind
We’ll miss her brilliant case opinions stated forthrightly with zeal

We’ll miss the icon beautiful she was

Ramifications worrisome, political her passing brings
‘Though less than three months ‘till elections Mitch McConnell is hell bent
To vote a right-wing candidate to fill her seat on Court Supreme
Four years ago, ten months to go, he blocked Obama’s choice
His now a different voice
Mitch wallows in hypocrisy and power is his dream
To him her death was heaven sent
But if success alludes him, some shenanigan he’ll spring

To maintain Trump as President, his cause

Assume Trump is defeated by a suitable majority
He’ll surely claim the voting rigged and try to hold it up in court
It rapidly would reach the highest court now seating only eight
When votes are tied, as I am told
The lower court’s decisions hold
That court could have the power to decide the country’s fate
That’s just one possibility, to Mitch, this is his sport
We must convincingly win big; it must be our priority

That RBG, her life’s work shall live on

9/18/2020

It may be confusing but hardly amusing that Trump keeps refusing what scientists tell
A state’s conflagration, the worst in the nation, despite information that Trump knows damn well
That climate is changing, he’s publicly claiming, is not man polluting of the Earth’s atmosphere
“The sun has grown hotter. Ground brush is the fodder for fires to burn faster. It should have been cleared.”
The sun isn’t causing the temperature’s rising, it’s carbon dioxide increasing in air
As temperatures increase more plant species decease eventually leaving lands barren and bare
But Trump gets financing from oil tycoons dancing to Trump’s tune, enhancing his coffers and clout
It’s Earth existential on us now essential to thwart Trump’s potential and vote the lout out.

9/14/20

Decisions

Presidents are judged by the decisions they have made
Actions they have taken and the ones they’ve taken not
Words they’ve spoken, words unspoken,debts they haven’t paid
Presidents are judged by promises that they forgot

Presidents that go to war put soldiers in harms way
To guarantee democracy secure will always be
Full knowing thousands won’t return, but that’s the price to pay
By far the hardest choice they’ll make to keep the country free

But when a president decides to fabricate the news
A deadly viral epidemic coming to our land
And downplays its virility, full knowing it’s a ruse
To keep the stocks from panicking, that person should be damned

In contrast, lives we lose to war, are hard but sufferable
But lives lost to the President’s desire to keep his post
As President; one ninety thousand dead. Deplorable!
Trump knew the deadly truth, but for himself is what he chose

9/9/2020

Suckers and losers who choose to be in
The U.S. armed forces; they really are dim
Just why would a person decide for the service?
There’s no money in it. The suckers deserve it
I know I’m Commander in Chief, but of what?
A bunch of dumb soldiers who cockily strut
Around in their uniforms, ribboned and brassy
It makes them feel powerful, spit-shined and classy

And then, when in combat, they risk getting killed
(I can’t stand the thought of my blood being spilled)
By taking on missions where Fate is the chooser
Of course when they’ve fallen then who is the loser?
The graveyards are full of these losers, some sight!
Why honor them, they having lost in their fight?
I do prefer winners, the smart ones who knew
Not to sign up to begin with; those who
Could make themselves wealthy by breaking the rules
And cheating the dough out of you stupid fools

The concept of “service, a worthy endeavor”
Is bait for the simple, but I was too clever
To fall for that tripe: duty, honor and country,
However I can, it’s my life to make money

9/4/2020

My automatic rifle’s who I am
It makes me tough, a fierce militia man
Without it I’m diminished; I’m a sham
Thank God for guns, be sure they’re never banned

I was a loser; I’d myself detest
My friends were losers; none of us fit in
But with our AR-15s we’re the best
You mess with us and we will do you in

Our skin is white, not brown or black or red
They are inferior and so are all the Jews
We hate them all, They steel our jobs, our bread
And demonstrate when they don’t like the news

A nigger’s killed by coppers doing their job
One less for us when toll time does arrive
Exterminate the vermin, all the snobs
There won’t be any of them left alive

But now we must make certain Trump remains
As President, since he supports our cause
We must respond with violence, disdain
Ensuring demonstrators break the law

I’m now a hero and a patriot
The President and all his loyal men
They praise me now. That little boy I’m not
I’m not the boy so lost from way back when

8/31/20

Last week we watched the Biden, Harris Democrats
This week we watched the Trump Republicans
Last week, uplifting filled with plans and facts
This week was full of lies, devoid of plans

Destruction, doom would happen, really would
If Biden were elected, ‘twould be dire
He’d threaten your suburban neighborhood
Protestor riots, looting, setting fires

For Trump to win he needs you to be scared
You dumb suburban housewives, pert and prim
Joe Biden’s lying when he says he cares
Trump is your savior, you must vote for him

This President enjoys to break the law
Which he’s above like all dictators are
The White House, his to muster for his cause
Accepting nomination on its lawn

These past three years with Trump there at the helm
He’s done the things projected on to Biden
He’s demonstrated that he’s overwhelmed
In facing the pandemic; he’s in hiding


Conventions by and large are soon forgotten
Except impressions linger on for years
This long week made me feel its smell was rotten
But last week made me want to stand and cheer

8/28/20

Terrific’s the word that invaded my mind
The way it so thought of the Demo convention
It brought us together; left no one behind
I think it exceeded its planners’ intentions

Conventions, I’ve seen many throughout my years,
Balloons and the cheering, the speeches, the works,
Creative, original, overcame fears
Of working with Zoom with its technical quirks

Obamas and Kamala, Biden for sure
Each hit a home run in the speeches they gave
For critical crises they’ve plans toward their cures
The fate of Democracy is ours to save

It’s on us, the people to vote, yes all vote
To see that our families all vote, yes all vote
To see that our neighbors all vote, yes all vote
No matter the obstacles , vote, yes all vote

8/20/20

I’m currently reading a book by Kurt Andersen
Called “Evil Geniuses”, thorough and deep
Political history of right-wing shenanigans
Foisted on us clearly gullible sheep

The geniuses, big-business men pulling wool
O’er eyes of the public, what’s said, what is done
To get us to vote policies, like a fool
That clearly will harm us. So far they have won

That’s why such a chasm in income exists
Between top executives and their employees
The chasm gets greater as their way persists
While we vote for charlatans speaking to please

Another example in front of our eyes
The stock market’s peaking around all-time highs
With miles of car lines for food to get by
And thousands of victims of plague daily die

These universe masters are hooked on their greed
For riches and power, to hell with the rest
They’ll do anything to keep feeding their need
And change all the laws to fit their greed the best

Along comes Joe Biden who promises to
Enact liberal policies, strong safety nets
Rebuild failed America, climate change too
But all that takes money, not easy to get

He’ll have to raise taxes on those who are rich
For certain they know it, the geniuses do
They’ll rise up against him, large sums in they’ll pitch
And should Biden win, they’ve got that covered too

Should Trump then reject the election results
Their stooges, Republicans, will not object
To letting Trump steal back his place by default
“To Hell with democracy!”, that I expect

So what’s our alternative, what can we do?
Raise up enough capital, outdo the rich
Increase our base turnout to heights that are new
And make this a landslide to oust Trump and Mitch

Prepare and be ready to march, to protest
In numbers unheard of throughout the U. S.
Our lawyers be ready Trump’s case to contest
And march ‘till we win; it will be our great test

8/16/20

Back in December of twenty nineteen
I made a prediction of Dem’s candidate
To be President, then my choice, sight unseen
Was Joseph R. Biden, ‘though they all were great

Then, back in July in the poem, Super Liners
I made a prediction who Biden would choose
To be his VP, who would make his team finer
He’d choose Kamala Harris, and that’s today’s news

It’s not that I’m prescient, perceptive, perhaps
Although all the candidates met my approval
These two, in particular, joining, we have
The best opportunity for Trump’s removal

We know Trump is using his President’s powers
Ignoring all norms, violating the laws
Suppressing the vote; all the lies Trump espouses
Out-pulling all stops in support of his cause

It promises ugly, it promises bad
Our challenge ahead of us looms large as life
The hardest election we’ll ever have had
But we’re ready now to fight Trumpean strife

8/11/2020

Grassley and Johnson and Graham, oh my!
Senators taking in dirt, hoo, ha!
With false information on Joe, they try
To sully his name in the news, blah! blah!

So where are they getting this dirt, hey? hey?
Their source, a Ukrainian named Dirpach
A puppet of Putin’s, full under his sway
Shoveling excrement like it was fact

I say that it’s bad enough Putin keeps meddling
In our elections dispersing fake news
But senators swallowing what Dirpach’s peddling
Is a new Senate disgrace , in my view

The Senate is home for the weekend, oh my!
Despite no agreement on funds meant to go
To millions of desperates whose funds have run dry
We see a depression aborning, oh no!

8/7/20