american marionette…

putin’s puppet
dances
on
strings
of
lies
and
alibis
and
without
a backbone
it’s
quick
to blame
others
for
all
its missteps
but
alas
unlike
the puppet
who dances
bebop
when
his
master
gets up
and
leaves
it
cannot
stand
alone
so
falls flat
upon its face
whimpering 
in the night
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a modest hud proposal…

a program
on
homelessness
in america
aunt bea
said
i think
we should
let homeless folks
move into the white house
that would
probably
be a good use
of taxpayer money
but
aunt bea
i said
you do recall
the new guy’s there
she said
child
that’s a classic case
of
the lights being on
and
nobody at home

the clown’s lesson to the politician…

removing his makeup
the clown’s
aging flesh
was
revealed
the jaundice
from
deceit
was no longer
beneath
the layers
of
society’s nativity
he spoke
to his colleague
the politician
in clear
but
whispered tones
as
the stench
of
rotting promises
filled the room
with each breath
exhaled
he
said
always
offer them
a good
show
one worth
the price
of
admission
and
i tell you this
they
will never notice
your sleight of hand
as
you remove
their
freedoms

get ’em out’av here…

get'em out'v here

aunt bea
was sitting
at her kitchen table
writing a short note
on a post card
that was
adorned with
the american flag
she asked
if i could mail
on my way home
i said
most certainly
as
i walked
into the post office
i read
dear mr. trump
please take a moment
out of your busy schedule
to read
some
part
of the constitution
you won’t have to read far
so it won’t be
too taxing
you only have read through
the first amendment
oh that’s
the right
to express beliefs
and
ideas
without
unwarranted
government restriction
that means
folks
have a right
to dissent
even
with you
oh
and
don’t skip over
the part
about
the right to
practice
his
or her
own religion
or
no religion at all
as
confusing
as
all that
may
seem

turn the other cheek but duck…

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aunt bea
has little
or
no use
for
hypocrites
especially
those fools
talking about
legitimate rape
but
it
doesn’t
matter
what their selling
as their
psuedo-belief-of-week
so
i wasn’t surprised
when i overheard
her say
were
my words
all that
difficult
to understand
is there
some
part
of
go-to-hell
that
slipped by
that
ego
of yours
it
isn’t
a multiple-choice question
it is
a
declarative sentence
generally
understood
by
everyone
except
those
few
bewildered souls
lost
in their own
imaginary
paradise-of-self
so
deary
my words
not only
stand
as stated
but
on their
own
merit

bring in the clowns…

political flimflam man
has got
a song
for you
each
word
was written
with you
in mind
not one line
says a thing
but
sounds
as if
it does
there’s no doublespeak
no speak
at all
carefully colored
with emotions
they’re
cotton candy words
so
hurry
hurry
hurry

to the big top circus
of government
where death
for the very young
is not defied
but
part of the act

to the clown…

rest now
           for soon the circus of life begins
and you
           like others before you shall makes us laugh
to you
           the thrill of laughter is gone
and now
           a tear clouds your eye
for you
           have seen the clowns that we all are
but now
           the end of your tour is at hand
for you
            perhaps a memory or two