I watched the speech last night, and the lame joke that followed, and this morning
this little pome popped out.
Republicans sat last night
En grisaille, suited
Crusty Easter Island moai
Under-breath barbs to pals
Like middle school burnouts
Way in the far-back row
Trying to defy order
(Without being caught)
An earmark of smugness,
Total lack of respect.
While Democrats danced in the aisles
like it was a damn tent revival
And Veep Joe Bidenhead sat
As our Preachident
Catalogued four-letter concerns:
Grid-deal- draw- debt-down-300M-
Y a w n.
As I heard it: We got untracked off-track
of our closed-track
Which then became a lost-track,
And now allegedly we’re on the right track
To make a fresh track, am I warm yet?
Can you keep track? Not I,
but let us not back-track.
Instead: Down in Texas
Earlier this month
An old codger
Told me: “Some’s tightenin’ belts,
some’s wearin’ ropes fer belts,
and others is polishin’ gold buckles.”
We are less and less a country; We seem two
Angry, frightened Nations, divisible under mean-eyed
Naked ambition for power.
Elected officials do not serve the public.
They serve themselves to fatten
Their bank account prospects.
At least we have a leader
Speaking English, as opposed
To a “Decider” who don’t-
All this talkatus (not talkwithus)
All this faux drama,
brietard posturing by pharisees,
amounts to bipolar beer-glassery,
blends to educacaphanous verbal drool,
fainéant quiddity; some jerk ganked
our national compass, dudes, ISYN.
High today to be below twenty, snow, high wind. Perfect next day
to bookend last night’s speech.
Youse ‘ave a noyce die, over.