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Stumped On the Stump

It’s in the dictionary: disambiguate.
It reminds me of Bush’s misrememberate,
a word that always makes me hyperventilate
and sometimes even makes me discombobulate.
They’re words for those who want to circumambulate
proven facts. Politicians overcompensate

with sesquipedalians to overcompensate
for ideas they’d rather not disambiguate.
They also tiptoe as they circumambulate,
or say, “Oh, I guess I must misremeberate.
That liberal press just makes me discombobulate
and more than once it’s made me hyperventilate.”

It is not abnormal to hyperventilate
when one’s stumped and trying to overcompensate
while working so hard not to discombobulate,
worried that someone’s going to disambiguate
his harangue. Then he’ll claim to misrememberate,
or convolute the truth and circumambulate

it if he can. If he can’t circumambulate
embarrassing stuff, he might hyperventilate,
which sometimes causes him to misrememberate
the lies he’s spewed. So then he’ll overcompensate
and slip in some truth that might disambiguate
the ambiguity and discombobulate

his campaign. Then his hopes to discombobulate
the electorate and to circumambulate
the truth will be dashed. If folks disambiguate
his thoughts, all he can do is hyperventilate,
although, he doesn’t want to overcompensate
and say he’s been known to misrememberate.

The admission that he might misrememberate
could lead voters to think he’ll discombobulate
under pressure. He’d rather overcompensate
by making up stuff that will circumambulate
the simple truth and make you hyperventilate
and just too distracted to disambiguate.

Politicians overcompensate, misrememberate.
If you disambiguate, they’ll circumambulate,
discombobulate and then hyperventilate.

Copyright © Tom Harris | Year Posted 2012



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Modern Maturity

The mental stumble,
And gastric rumble,
And clumsy fumble,
Uncalled for grumble,
And frequent mumble,
All while you bumble
Through life boldly
And getting oldly.

Copyright © Tom Harris | Year Posted 2012

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Conflict Resolution

“Learn the nine problem-solving styles, how to relate to different personality types and negotiate differences and solutions, and how to resolve conflicts without compromise or giving in.” 
From the class description for “Conflict Resolution” in the Cleveland State Professional Development Programs Spring/Summer 2010 Catalogue. 

Giving in is no way to reach a solution
that will satisfy your needs and make you feel blessed.
Compromise won’t work, but create the illusion,

since you don’t want fools to know they’re an intrusion,
and you’ll be damned if you’ll cave to their request.
Giving in is no way to reach a solution;

all that endless talking will cause more confusion.
Ignore the fools, but let them get it off their chest.
Compromise won’t work, but create the illusion

to help lesser folks live with their delusion
that the long meeting was something more than a jest.
Giving in is no way to reach a solution.

It’s work to reason with minds so Lilliputian,
but don’t them know you’re really quite unimpressed.
Compromise won’t work, but create the illusion.

Never budge and never sweat, be up to the test.
Say “no” until the smaller minds go home all stressed.
Giving in is no way to reach a solution,
compromise won’t work, but create the illusion.

Copyright © Tom Harris | Year Posted 2012

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High Tech and High Strung

My computer is congested
With all the stuff it's ingested -
The silly poems that I've devised
And the inane things I've surmised.
Yes indeedy, it's been force-fed
All my foolish nonsense instead
Of important things and the like,
Now it's told me to take a hike.
All I asked was for it to print,
It said, "Listen, bub, take a hint,
I can't answer when you call.
I'm not responding. That is all."

Copyright © Tom Harris | Year Posted 2013


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