John Lawless Poet Rhyme

Politics Couture

My pillow feels so awfully lumpy
I dream their casting votes for “trumpy”
Well not for him but for his minions
Swinging tightly from his pinions

And yet in truth if I’m confidin’
I’m not too thrilled with old Joe Biden
For somehow when the fan is hit
He comes out clean….where was he hide’n

It seems they want to change the past
To fit and mold in full array
A robe of politics couture
In hopes to resurrect a future

When we awake and have to choose
For even when we win we lose



11/8/2022

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Gershon Wolf November 9, 2022 at 5:59 PM Choosing between those two is like choosing death by fire or firing squad. What difference does it make. Four more years of either one, and America can kiss it G-Bye! (Though I personally would rather see Trump line up against Putin and Xi).