So do we scoff or doff our hats
To those fat cats with the bats
If they're playing on flat mats
Cult pacts ignore facts & stats
Those bros who chose phat tatts
Bazball scribes with cool vibes scat
Imbibe tribes habit rabbit out of hats
Enjoying or cloying annoying as gnats
Media rats jibes in tit for tat spats
Drat all Bazball brats bribes just tatt
Chit chat that they're just lazy prats
Tw*ts that go bust as crazy as bats
Clowns meltdown or doubles down pat
Unjust if lust thrust through hazy slats
Rat tat & rat a tat tat must be all that!
No jack-of-all-trades
but master of one
it's safe to say
the combination spun
Jack was a safecracker
had it down pat
and a crackerjack
cracksman he was at that
not a people person
he'd sneak down halls
more a steeplejack
and shinny up walls
jimmy a window
then with stealth
jewels unload
remove the wealth
crack the code
find the fault
turn the tumblers
open the vault
locks he'd smash
break the bank
relieve the loot
of locked stashed cash
The government is no longer farcical
Most intelligent ones have ceased laughing
Mein Kampf is in the rulebook now
Our new dictators have it down pat
Censor anything they do not believe or advocate
Jail or kill those who protest
Control the media
Target a specific group
Be ruthless in pursuit
Intimidating and bullying; forcing their will on the rest of us
There will soon be goose-stepping in our streets
In youth, vacations lent my Summers wings
and Christmas gilded wintertime in gold.
I've aged (a bit) and love my Falls and Springs
for landing in between too hot or cold.
In time, I've learned it doesn't pay to be
too up or down, too rich or poor, too round
or thin. Avoiding each extremity,
I balance life by seeking middle ground.
I used to have my weight control down pat,
then physical exertion simply froze.
I'm somewhere south of fit and north of fat;
my muscles shrink yet still my middle grows.
As seasons come and go, I grow more sage;
I know the meaning now of "middle" age.
Pence told his boss, "I can't do that!
Though Rudy has it all down pat!
But I have my pride
So I'll go and hide
And hope the GOP won't rat!"
n,b. China, Iran, North Korea, and Russia
are hoping Americans will choose
a President who will stick his head
under the sand until everything
blows over!
why do you hate me?
You hate me because I stand up
(instead of lie down)
I tell the truth
(instead of contorting my lips, my life, my soul
to fit into your perfectly tidy little
story)
Your perfect plan...
Everything that doesn't stay neatly within the lines of your
beautiful lies,
gets rejected, baby.
And that's the way its always been, Right?
The Gospel according to "Down Pat"
Everyone has to bow
Everyone has to conform to the "plan"
or they get Cast out-
thrown under the bus,
aloha! adios! Hallelujah!
Roadkill, baby!
Praise the Lord!
It's all the same.
And then you wipe the dirt off your hands,
your face, your feet
(because u can't handle what just went down)
and quietly walk away-
and play (quite nicely and neatly, i might add)
the Victim.
(it all fits together so neatly and nicely, so beautifully done,
especially when everyone cooperates!....
hmmmmmmmmmmm)
I don’t remember much about our party line, only that we weren’t quite as bad off as what they showed on the Green Acres tv series. We didn’t have to climb a pole to make our phone call. Three rings and it was ours. The kids were discouraged to pick up till they got the number of rings down pat. How annoying when someone didn’t. It was the late sixties and we weren’t rich, this was the least of our problems.
to this day
remembering
our old phone number
AP: 2nd place 2022
Hey Jude, it ain't all that bad
Take a sad song and make it glad
Beatles had it down pat
Now Jacko wears the hat
Giggling till a respirator they had to add
His hands shook as he sat
On the side of the muddy shell ridden road
He had the makings of a cigarette down pat
But the shaking meant no smoke to ease his load
So he gave up on it then and stood tall
As he placed his Lewis gun on his shoulder
And walked towards the sound of the guns and the shells fall
With his mates marching on forever bolder
You see courage is being scared to death
But in saddling up any way
To face the worst in the Great War’s breath
As sometimes bravery is in just being able to stay.
© Paul Warren Poetry
You've heard tell the road to hell
Is paved with good intentions
I've been on that crew and so have you
Do I even need to mention
I've held the measuring tape as you paved the way
The blacktop hot with sorrow
As we looked away in our Ray-Ban shades
Saying we'll worry about that tomorrow
Mile after mile pouring doubt
Onto the hardened surface
With our best guess thinking, we've got this
Life down pat with purpose
Not realizing that what our pavement lacks
Is a heart that truly listens
One reason we can't help that the road to hell
Is paved with good intentions
Melania spotted a louse
And caught a cab home sans her spouse
When Barron asked, "Why?"
She said with a sigh,
"Your father is in the dog house!"
Well, Ivanka soon learned the score
And despatched a nurse to the door
Nurse said, "There's a nut
Who barks like a mutt;
And groped me like I was an whore!"
Well, Ivanka's heart was so glad
For she knew that nut was her dad
She said, "Never fear
My dad's somewhat qu*eer;
His manners are ever so bad!"
Melania went out on the lawn
Exactly where Donald had gone
She called for a scoop
To pick up the poop
That Sessions had left and stepped on
Donald thought he'd bark out a tweet
Then he saw Melania's feet
He said, "Its a pity
That you feel so shi*ty
But the nurse has got something sweet."
Melania could smell a rat
And looked where the nurse had just sat
It seems a quick cuddle
Had left a wet puddle
Proving Donald had got it down Pat
Melania noticed a trend
Where Donald went off the deep end
So she could surmise
The President lies
And on that she could always depend
Wild animals sure have this stuff down pat
No worries, no bills, no looking for a habitat
Landlord is Momma Earth
Bedroom's quite diverse
Wherever they hang their antlers, that be that
I don’t know who is more excited
At the thought of my weekly visits
Me or the old folks at the residence
I bring along some cheerful music
and we limber up their appendages
Swinging about at first up and down the arms
Then moving those corny feet from side to side
Let’s shake it out and let’s begin
We’re going to learn the 1 'n 2 step
All together we can all do this:
Put your LEFT foot out and pout
Bring it back, give it some slack
Now your RIGHT foot out and move it about
Bring it back, smile and hunch your back
And repeat And repeat
Now you got the 1 'n 2 step down pat
So we’ll pump up the volume
And do it again but in unison
1 'n 2 and 1 'n 2
Don’t get too excited and hurt yourselves
You’re doing great
1 'n 2 and 1 n' 2
And that’s it… we’re done
Awesome work out
Practice and I’ll be back next week!
Hip, cat, daddy-o
Hey, what's cookin bro'
Man, I dig this groovy melody
It flows free. Baby
With the harmony
Jimmy is "smokin'" tonight
Look at that cat, lickety split
He's a telescopic sight
It's crazy, man. I dig it
This cat's been blastin' all night
Cool tunes, with horn yellin' shot
Blowin' it real hot
The band is "jammin,'' really cooking
I think Jimmy's "flippin''
Way he's zipping that stick ripping
Diggin' his "boogie woogie" jive
Layin' it down, gimme five
All the "jitterbugs" jumpin' to the heat
To the "funky" cat with that "groovy" beat
Blowin' his top, and waving his feet
Joint is jumping. I gotta scat
Man! It was-- Wild, man, wild, down pat!
He's a real bang-tail gone cat!
I’ll plant you now, dig you later with a greet
Man! ''I'm really "beat''
Hey Rude, it ain't all that bad
Take a sad song and make it glad
Beatles had it down pat
Now Jacko wears the hat
Giggling till a respirator they had to add
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