The Bard of Murdock and FT
Together Again at Last!
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DIGNITY
~ The Bard of Murdock ~
When ’ere I think of congressmen
The images I see,
Are bathed in tones of lofty deeds
And hues of dignity.
I think of Jesse Jackson’s son
Who lived in harmony,
With all the noble aims of man,
Or will, when he is free.
I think in terms of leadership
Defined by Harry Reid,
Who forces passage of the bills
His members never read.
From Murtha, Hays, and Barney Frank,
To Richmond and Delay,
The perfect pitch the Congress makes
We savor every day.
Do not, I beg, reduce the pay
Of those whose pedigree,
Reflects the iridescent tone
Of perfect dignity.
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FT Responds in Kind
Oh do not blame, I pray thee,
The persons we elect.
The problem is the way we
Fail our thinking to direct.
We vote on whim and false reports
From propagandists vile
We bow before the sharp retorts
From bigots filled with bile.
We sign our own death warrants
When we go to the polls,
And give support in torrents
To malignant, venal trolls.
~ FreeThinke
The persons we elect.
The problem is the way we
Fail our thinking to direct.
We vote on whim and false reports
From propagandists vile
We bow before the sharp retorts
From bigots filled with bile.
We sign our own death warrants
When we go to the polls,
And give support in torrents
To malignant, venal trolls.
~ FreeThinke
FT,
ReplyDeleteWe sign our own death warrants
When we go to the polls
How people decide for whom to vote has always been a mystery to me. The mystery grows ever more difficult to decipher.
Blaming politicians is a convenience. But, ultimately, we get the government we deserve.
That's quite a team.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the Saturday morning entertainment, that hit the bulls eye.
FT,
ReplyDeleteYou should open a poetry blog featuring your work.
I admit it: I'm jealous. I've never had the knack for writing poetry.
With sarcasm we try to cope
ReplyDeletewith problems in our times
We tend to laugh at serious things
and whitewash government crimes
And yet these poets understand,
even while they rhyme their reason,
That now is the time to stem the tide
Or suffer another season
THAT's the spirit, Z!
ReplyDeleteI like rhymes not because they're clever
But more because they don't go on forever.
If brevity at times my writing's lacked,
Verse at least shares thoughts in ways compact. ;-)