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I.
It used to be a normal man
could work a factory
and make enough to buy a house,
see that his family eats.
But now the jobs are all off-shored,
there’s nothing much left here,
one man did try to bring them back,
they shot him in the ear.
The elites make too much cash off
cheap labor far away,
are in bed with politicos
(If not one and the same?)
No tariffs and high inflation
makes everything too hard,
young folks are renting, cannot own,
it’s all been pushed too far.
The globalists have made their choice,
they’ve sided with the few,
see their evil and don’t forget
what was taken from you.
It ain't no wonder that in this nation consternation and confusion reigns!
From wily politicos from the prez on down we hear the same old refrains!
"I'll see that you git a new sewer system in town if you'll elect me, please!"
"Read my lips! I'll never raise yer taxes! I'll simply call 'em fees!"
Congress poured billions into the coffers of Chrysler and General Motors.
Never mind that they went agin the will of millions of American voters!
Behind closed doors Harry and Nancy managed to ravage medical care!
'Tis just a couple of examples of "change" that's left the treasury bare!
The prez can't manage things at home yet he sticks his nose in matters overseas.
Hey! You weren't elected President of the World so stick to domestics please!
Now he's meddlin' in state affairs tellin' 'em how to budget since they're broke.
Seems he has trouble balancin' the federal budget sans blowin' lots of smoke!
'Tis well known that politicians seem to have a congenital proclivity,
For spewin' with fork'ed tongue inane babble with audaciious creativity!
The nuances that they spin and the strange postures that they assume,
Leaves little doubt that poor Mister Webster lies a-spinnin' in his tomb!
Some gullible souls are charmed by what some politicians postulate.
Please spare me, Lord! I grow weary of hearin' them scoundrels bloviate!
Alas, they remind me of a catfish - they're all mouth with very little brains!
It ain't no wonder that in this nation consternation and confusion reigns!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
© All Rights Reserved
Alas, I see the proposed federal budget has hit the press.
I suppose its loaded with the usual absurd largesse!
Gleeful solons elbowin' others at the trough gittin' their share,
At the same time promisin' us the budget they will pare!
Seems that legislators think that cash flow is never-endin',
And just go on dreamin' up schemes for inane spendin'.
It has been said that you can't fight Capitol Hill alone,
So I'm joinin' in the fray, offerin' asinine proposals of my own!
I want a study to see, that if all the sponges were taken from the seas,
Would the water level rise or recede by some few degrees?
Millions could be spent to study flies as they soar on the level,
Then, how they suddenly land on the ceiling as quick as the devil!
'Twould be intriguin' to teach cassowaries and penguins how to fly.
To fund this, money from medicare could be diverted on the sly!
We need a million dollar pogo stick racin' track in my hometown.
Never mind that it would have irate taxpayers jumpin' up and down!
Now I don't mind payin' taxes and donatin' my fair share,
But I do mind how my money is spent, I do loudly declare!
Havin' proffered the above schemes, I may come to begrudge it.
Some politicos may read this and include them in next year's budget!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
2021-Coming of Age
By Franklin Price
12/31/2021
This year is twenty twenty-one.
This day will be its last.
As for me, don't know 'bout you,
I'll be glad when it has passed.
This year the world has come of age,
Year and century twenty-one,
With power change and covid,
It hasn't been a lot of fun.
Politicos know everything,
We the People thrown aside.
They swore they followed science,
And they took us for a ride.
They pointed fingers everywhere,
Except back in their face.
I think, how this year is ending,
For the world, is a disgrace
Twenty–two's tomorrow,
Another day, another year.
We the people, have the last word,
Our founding fathers made that clear.
We should stand up and be counted,
Raise our torches and be free,
The president is not the king,
And Washington not royalty.
Government is not the who we are.
Who they are is what we say.
Tomorrow's twenty twenty-two,
This misconception cannot stay.
Happy New Year everyone
If we don't come out and play
When twenty-two, ends in a year,
We won't be the U.S.A.
You ever heard those people who
always spout these conspiracies?
Think there’s schemes behind everything,
it’s just so laughable to me!
Like remember a few years back,
in the days of the orange man,
he claimed that his first opponent
had hatched some convoluted plan
to provide false information
to out intelligence people,
that made him seem a Russian planet
who was all sorts of criminal?
How ridiculous can you be
to think they would go to such lengths,
really now, when you think on it,
it just doesn’t make any sen—
…wait, what?...It was fabricated?...Multiple testimonies…a disgraced spy…uh…well, So what? Even a broken clock is right twice a day.
But they you heard all of the claims
from this same orange president,
that the leader before him had
used wire taps to great extent,
had even tapped the man’s office
during the height of the campaign,
I mean talk about paranoid,
this kind of stuff is just insane.
To think in a democracy
our leaders would dream of such things
seems more to me like mad ravings
from a man when he’s losi—
…wait…they have the applications? It’s documented?...Based on ginned up charges….all from a joke they didn’t like? That happened?!...For real?
Well, forget the politicos,
this goes beyond halls of power,
remember just a few years back
when a loud man yelled and glowered
about how frogs were ‘turning gay’
from the chemicals in our streams,
and some people believed this rot,
to be that dumb in just obscene!
Like in our more enlightened times,
where we now cherish Mother Earth,
we’d turn blind eyes to chemical
strong enough to inflict such hurt.
This is not the 1950s,
we would not tolerate such things,
why would people believe this fool,
his conspiracies add noth—
…wait, huh? Female birth control…enters though the toilets…hormones cause mutation in fish and repitles? Hermaphordites…sexual dysfunction….we can’t filter it out… we’ve known for twenty years?!!...conflicts with women's issues...political sacred cow?...Oh...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Birth, life, Death
By: Miracle Man
3-22-2020
Betwixt illumination and shade, a place dubbed life,
sequestered, many pray, that it returns to the same.
The discontent that exists, is the father of strife,
and young adults play, an “in the moment” game.
Politicos believe no catastrophe should be wasted,
so they push a narrative and perpetuate false claim.
Too many are deserving of being lambasted,
it is not a new paradigm but the same old game.
Most are as “full of wind as a corn-eating horse,”
“and got more guts than you could hang on a fence.”
Caught breaking their oath many show no remorse,
and insider trading should be a capital offense.
R.H.I.P.
(insider trading)
Written: by Miracle Man
3’20/2020
Our minds are assaulted daily by political tune,
by infiltrating our minds with the same tired old song.
Consolidated thinking they attempt to attune,
by promising voters "stuff" their careers they prolong.
With insider information they make stock trades,
information that others aren't privileged to know.
Nothing being black and white but in varying shades,
they feast on corrupted vittles, while observing wealth grow.
Politicos think voters, insignificant squirts,
Insider trading is unlawful and a rejection.
While they got richer, many others have lost their shirts,
so for those of privilege let’s make an exception.
“We hang the petty thieves,
and appoint the great ones to public office.”
Aesop
South Carolinians, give me a break!
If you were my students, you’d fail.
You’ve given your nod to the lout who once hiked
On the fake “Appalachian Trail.”
A governor gone to a place no one knew
With his staffers in fear for his life,
Had to later admit that his hike was a lie
To help hide his “true love” from his wife.
Though that dastardly deed left some angry and hurt,
His constituents seemed to excuse him;
And for Congress, enough of those voters came back –
Fifty-five percent opted to choose him.
Yes, other politicos lied and had sex
(With a president leaving a stain!),
Yet those voters for Sanford had better beware
For this guy’s surely pulling your chain!
(On November 9, 1799 Napoleon Buonaparte
launched his coup d'etat in Paris. It made
him a dictator, and corrupted him beyond
salvation. 18 Brumaire was the date of the
coup, by the revolutionary calendar in use
at the time.)
As climbing greasy poles habitually goes,
this wasn't (one must say) exactly polished.
To be roughed-up – but by politicos!
Can't blame them: no-one likes to be abolished
(especially not these ego-bloated shysters!)
What else? Oh, in a paroxysm of rage,
in distant climes, eccentric Kapellmeisters
were gouging (scoring?) through a music page.
For all his smiling talk of ease and glee
(tomorrow), his eloquent implorings,
unfailingly, this moment always comes.
The pipes are always drowned by the drums.
and that sleek sloop named self-regard so sleazily
slips free of all that nurtured it – its moorings.
You hear it on the TV these days,
and sadly in the classroom,
fools running down America,
proclaiming that we deserve doom.
Ignoring that all their rantings
in other lands would get them shot,
so determined to play victim
they’re all forgotten what they’ve got.
They very nation they despise
is what protects their lambasting,
you won’t find such freedom elsewhere,
America is the brass ring.
You see it in foolish children
who say everything’s about race,
it’s not entirely their fault,
iheir professors taught them to hate.
Thinking that their ‘identity’
is defined for them by their birth,
falling into the same damn trap
that has ravaged so much of Earth.
The whole point of America
is to free you from such stupid things,
don't squander the chance to be you,
the great blessing of the brass ring.
You see it in politicos
who endlessly rant, and deplore;
any who don’t fit their ideals,
they demonize loud, or ignore.
So convinced they own history,
they cannot admit that they’re wrong,
that no ideal solves all problems,
that the counter-voices belong.
Spiting on the Consitution,
endless in their damn meddling,
so hungry for power and fame
that some would destroy the brass ring.
You see it in the tech-fascists
and assorted media twits,
who can’t look at a new idea
without trying to censor it.
Thinking they can force us to
accept all of their strange ideals,
believing that their very words
can alter everything that’s real.
Not seeing any problem with
the vicious act of censoring,
thinking that they’re ‘beyond’ free speech,
they’d love to silence the brass ring...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.