Best Senator Poems
The late Senator John McCain will Lie In State
President Donald Trump will lie everywhere else
“Gun violence is the price we have to pay to uphold our Second Amendment rights to bear arms”
—Charlie Kirk
his life the price paid
Charlie’s take on mass shootings…
cool down rhetoric
feared and fearless in his prime,
cracking, crumbling in due time.
accusing, haranguing, his voice
could shake the most cavernous hall,
he respected neither authority
nor rank, no, none at all;
for many swore and stood by him
and his looming shadow on the wall,
he abused, he flaunted his might
and ruled so proud and tall;
whipping up public fear and panic,
stoking the impulse to hate,
he destroyed those he tagged
as the secret enemies of the state
but he could neither scare nor fool
the people all and every time,
exposed at last, he died condemned
for a heinous public crime.
feared and fearless in his prime,
cracking, crumbling in due time!
~Senator Foghorn~ (Diamante)
Statesman
honest, visionary
working, serving, caring
principled, dutiful, pragmatic, bureaucratic
wheeling, dealing, conniving
wonkish, corrupt
Politician
Johnson believed that
war’s proponents use falsehood
to garner support . . .
this wise man died the same day
the atomic bomb got dropped
April 5, 2022
For Sotto Poet's Is Truth The First Casualty Of War And Why Is That Poetry Contest
Oh, Teddy Cruz, Teddy Cruz. Why, oh, why,
with your familiar squish-faced stupidity,
did you have to describe, with such specificity,
pirate ships in outer space? Why, Teddy? Why?
Pirates like water, Teddy; it’s parrots that fly.
And while it’s true that pirates have a proclivity
for parrots, it’s also true they limit upward mobility
of parrots with their dum-dum tales repeated by
suddenly dumber parrots stuck on the shoulder
of Captain Morgan stuck on a wooden ship
more likely to sink from a cannonball blast
than blast off into space in a fit of flight.
So, for you, my fellow Texan, here’s a free tip:
if you can’t beat Trump, you’re not meant to last.
Now please go away - I need quiet space if I’m to write.
SENATOR JOHN McCain
Senator John McCain
From Arizona
Veteran War hero
Presidential candidate
Went on home/rest in peace
9/3/18
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2018
Dear God
Get me out of here
Let me go somewhere else
Where I can fight the evil
Which surrounds me here
And which I am forbidden to fight
But take not my anger
My indignation in justice
So that I continue to burn
To right it or bury it
I know, dear God
I have asked this before
In other skins on my flesh
And found myself most widely wild
But if it is possible
In my insolvent soul
Dear God, get me out of here!
She spoke to the General with a brilliant career
Spoke to him like he was dirt
She wanted to be called senator. She earned it
But she wasn’t worth the sweat on his shirt
Definitely she deserved to be called senator
Ma’am is reserved for a superior
Senator is a member of an elitist organization
As a human beings they are inferior
They do not serve, they think they rule
And it sometimes fills me with rage
Senators have made the most dangerous job
Becoming an intern or a page
Their booze parties are legendary
They have careers that are built on lies
Yes, she should be called senator
Someone we should despise
When the General passes by I salute
Holding it proudly as long as he would linger
When the Senator passes by in her parade
I would proudly display my middle finger.
The Dodgers are in LA.
How are you boys doing today?
The Giants moved to Frisco.
Is that something you did not know?
There is many a familiar face.
I have spent six years in this place.
Where do the police use mace?
Did we beat the Russians in the space race?
Yes, this is a filibuster.
Have you heard of George Armstrong Custer?
He and his men we must mourn.
They met their demise at the Little Big Horn.
Who is married to Elizabeth Taylor?
Where can I find a Vicks Inhaler?
You have heard of Norman Mailer.
He wrote the book “The Naked and the Dead”
With wine, do you prefer white or red?
How about a bottle of rose instead?
Which goes well with pizza and pepperoni?
What kind of sauce is good with macaroni?
I think you know where to find Macchu Picchu.
Those are excavated ruins in Peru.
The Incas lived in South America.
No longer do they rule in that area.
Well, I believe that is enough for your ear.
Do not worry if what I said was not clear.
As lawmakers, we must persevere.
Let us discuss serious business here.
This is how most of our elected officials spend their time in Congress
Standing ovations and rounds of applause
The elephants trumpeted just because
T-rump pulled their puppet strings
As if he had Angel wings
They should've been protesting with guffaws
I chose not to watch the bigotted sap
Or hear the hypocrite spew words he'd yap
At the butt kissing event
My time was much better spent
Wondering how people believe his crap
A message in response to Trump's address
Elissa Slotkin spoke of the big mess*
and in ten minutes of time
She was utterly sublime
With "Checkmate" she dethroned Trump's king in chess
*Elissa Slotkin is the newly elected Democratic Senator who delivered the rebuttal to Trump's address to Congress
Senator Lindsey Graham is crackers
As are all those Bill Cosby backers
Females are not toys
For abuse by boys
Who are clearly sadistic bushwhackers!
I confess my sins
To a priest
Who does not speak my language
I am told by other
Sinner us Senators
That it counts
I do my penance
By saying I am sorry
Two times
I am told by other
Sinner us Senators
That it counts
I then start sinning
All over again
I am told by other
Sinner us Senators
That God forgives
Us
1. To Fly
My father was an admiral, and so
I joined the Navy. Back in fifty-eight
to be a pilot seemed the way to go:
ship-sailors were committed to a crate.
Scrub decks? Paint rusting gunwales? That’s a ‘no’.
The Skyhawk was my weapon (and my fate!)
2. Rubicon Crossing
Some nations follow rainbows, I am told:
we thought, in Vietnam, ‘search and destroy’
would lead us to our fabled pot of gold.
For years we tried it, but it brought no joy:
we lost our nerve, and switched to ‘clear and hold’.
Saigon endured the selfsame end as Troy.
3. Brainwash
The Hanoi Hilton. Yes, I was a guest.
They found my father was a VIP,
and left off hurting me. Impressed,
they wanted to restore my liberty.
But if I left my buddies, I’d detest
myself. I turned them down. That’s decency!
4. Frozen Side of the Sun
Should politicians simply sing the song?
A woman voter told me, in the hall,
Obama was a Muslim. I said, “Wrong!”
I guess I lost her vote. I made the call
I knew was the correct one. I was strong.
Thus conscience doth make cowards of us all.
In my head politics are crazy
The rich ones way to get more cash
Senators and congress lazy
In my head
It is a bit hazy
I vote for my Great Aunt Maisey
She eats her food up in a mash,
In my head
Politics are crazy
The rich ones way to get more cash!