I pray a bright star will shine in the air
O'er Washington to guide some wise men there
Bringing gifts of commonsense
And harmony to dispense
To a nation that is in disrepair
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
The concept of gays in a marriage
One side loves and one will disparage
But rule supreme court
And one side must retort
Justice just had a miscarriage
Author's note: Regardless of the outcome from the supreme court, I happen to favor gay marriage. There really is no other conclusion since we are a land of equal rights. We should do all we can to foster a society without discrimination. The arguments against these rights reveal a lot about certain people of religious persuasion. It would be comical if it were not so sad.
Gadaffi! That hole in your temple
will put a full stop to your trample
of the poor Libyans.
So, now the Syrians
say, "Assad, step aside; that's a sample."
At best, life is just mass confusion
Finding what's real and what's just an illusion
Speak of politics. Do I dare?
When finding the truth is so rare.
Because politicians are just an optical illusion!
If having kinky sex was a crime,
A lot of your friends would be doing time.
The president and his cabinet would be too
For what they do daily to me and you.
Politicians may be worth two cents but certainly not a dime.
Each day foul critters infest our house
Though not by slipping in like a mouse
We just press a button
Or buy a subscription
To get news wrote or spoke by a louse
These creatures of the two legged kind
Try hard each day to persuade our mind
With sly information
That helps the causation
Of the falling apart of mankind
They tout the need for unearned welfare
Claim hard earned profits are so unfair
And granting amnesty
Is a good policy
Plus growing our debt is fine they swear
For those who work hard earning their way
Give what they can and put some away
Are sick of the slackers
Prodded by the backers
Whose aim is using half truths to sway
It’s hard to ignore those talking heads
But it’s not right to tear them to shreds
Yet there’s a solution
And with execution
We can spread liberty in their stead
We’ll put Obama pic’s and golf caps
Along with a taped speech that he yapped
In a human sized crate
Coz it’s time to create
A main stream media Have-A-Heart trap
Like it or not, these traps are humane
But anyways, we’ll have much to gain
So, once we have caught
All those who have brought
Disinformation causing brain drain
We’ll squeeze all of them in through a pipe
Along with politicians who hype
Into a sphere of the livable type
In there they can tax to the extreme
And promote their harmful fairness schemes
But when they’re out of dough
They will lip read our NO!
Since their bubble is a sound proof dream!
There once was a bully who ruled
Thinking, man, he had everyone fooled.
He did as he pleased
With the power he seized
Sure that he’d never be ridiculed.
But the people who suffered his blows
Were delighted at what I suppose
Was a foolish mistake
For a bully to make
That reporters found ways to expose.
Now the papers all print up the news
Leaving readers to weigh things and choose
If this bully should leave
For most opt to believe
Such behavior he cannot excuse.
The moral, of course, hits a nerve
For most bully-types rarely observe
That they cannot defend
Hurting those they offend
And their punishment’s what they deserve.
In the land of Cheeseheads, there came a call
Saying I’m a big donor, best of them all;
Just give me the scoop,
Some real union poop;
Oh Governor, how you did fall.
I hear that Mit Romney is running
For Obama I hear he is gunning
Will Obama Succeed?
Will he get the votes he will need?
Or will the American voters be cunning
Will they give Mitt Romeny a Chance?
To go to the inaugural dance
Or bring back Obama
To ride on a llama
Or will both be left in a trance
Well I hope when the votes are all in
You get the one you want to win
But bear this in mind
I’m not being unkind
It will just be the same old again
I only wrote this because we had an election and change of government and that was all that changed. Good Luck America.
Neither a follower or leader be,
middle of the flock looks alright to me.
Leaders draw noses in ass,
followers spread bull and gas.
Both make money on their endorsed crime sprees!
*For the follower or leader contest.