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Political Grook Poems | Grook Poems About Political

These Political Grook poems are examples of Grook poems about Political. These are the best examples of Political Grook poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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The ACORN squeals

The blowing pop under the wheel                                                                             Crunch a free meal seems to feel What a deal                                                                No work No bill rant just the New Squeal                                                                      The dull tumbling squirrels                                                                                          The whistle of no appeal                                                                                               Ah nuts! Road kill                                                                                                   ACORN


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Scapegoat

A time tested honor
to be branded a goner,
just stand in the middle
of their circle of blame.
In this sex-crazed society
still obsessed with propriety,
it is you they'll belittle
to protect their good name.





*Inspired by the spot-on gorgeous frowny faces anchoring the Fox News Network. 
  Keep pointin' dem fingers boys! 

:)


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A texas size problem

One of the most gallant stands of courage and                                                           undying self-sacrifice which has been handed man                                                       through the pages of history is the defense of the Alpolvo                                                what global warming would look like if it were true                                                            not a polar vortex well some one correct                                                                         for scientist the problem is a dust bowl                                                                         Dust Bowl, also known as the Dirty Thirties                                                               without certainties Remember the Alpolvo                                                                   and the funny paper would not read                                                                               Al Gore snores in an igloo in Tijuana


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POLITICAL MUMBLE JUMBLE

A name became famous and so did attention it brought to a race, 
A quotable slogan was formed speaking of political changes at haste.

From opposing sides as running mates they developed a relationship speaking of 
bipartnership.
Sending our Nations currency to foreign lands,
Take a moment off the Hill, look in your back yard to see our empty hands. 

This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.

Shipping off our sisters and brothers to the battle fields,
Where fearlessly they fight and sadly some are killed,
They pray and wait to come home...come on now just sign a new Bill.

This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.

Here is an idea! Give more of our taxpayer dollars to the trouble banks; they make no 
mistakes, 
While thousands of Americans lose homes, cars, jobs, and watch their life savings sank.

This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.

The parties, the parades, the chicken, lobster, and veal,
The Senate, The Congress, The White House, and the Capital on the Hill,
The time has come to strengthen a nation of humankind on our own playing field.
From the view of the common man, it is ‘We The People’ that should be kept in mind, 
Every time approval is given to spend another dime.

This political mumble jumble as our children bellies rumble.


@ Tunisia Torres
3/17/2009


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Two Steps Forward, One Step Back

Let's not just stop
At our guns and ammunition
I bid you please to sign right here,
Sign this petition!
Let us dispose
Of our fire extinguishers too
Let's leave it the firemen,
They have work to do!
Let us improve the roads sobriety
And stop driving those risky cars!
Let us see how far we can take this,
Let us see just how far!


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Sells pitch for a bettermouse trap

The road map to the mouse trap                                                                                      Worst sells pitch ever for care                                                                                          Unhealthy advice get rich quick Gov cheese                                                                       If you can spare all you need is a few smart mice                                                              To stick their heads in the trap please                                                                              Do you know the stats do fat rats eat dead mice                                                             *                                                                                                                      -  ( Angry about obamacare Do not get mad get rich - Money Map Press )- infomercial


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THINK

I grew up, sorry, I survived the stiff terrain of the place you call ghetto
I barely had a meal but good riddance I had a tummy to boast off,
At least you and I had something in common; mine a hypothetical illusion of satisfaction, your's; 
A symbolic portrait of lavish indulgence
My quench for education was the hope I could call hope
Herds of my kind in a rectangle we dubbed class
Managed to forge eye sight in the misty atmosphere of our little academy
Don’t ask me about high school
Completing high school is the miracle I know,
Apart from the miracle of an overturned oil tanker
Hardly got a bursary because I was better off than the chief’s kid
Missed a scholarship since I lacked a birth certificate
But hey, here I am, still clinging onto a falling straw
Think about me next time you wake up to your business mentality
If dying on the call of duty is certain, I’ll heat the streets
To protest against the high inflation pressing against us the lowly citizens
To demand an answer to the corruptible tenders and puzzled procurements
And if fate grants me a place in this nation in question
I hope to turn water into wine
To construct paths to Canaan
But the question still remains…..
 
What if I end up like you?
Only a miracle can save us, only a miracle