Name calling and accusatory mud slinging,
offers absolutely nothing of value with regards to true problem solving,
and is so very immature in my worthless opinion.
Having said that, I do find internet trolls to be very entertaining.
We have politics, politics, politics, up to our necks.
They duke it out daily on Hannity and Glenn Beck.
Don’t forget Megyn Kelly that stirs the pot,
An unbiased media is evidently an afterthought.
Trump and Hillary are as different as night and day,
Both crying foul play with the way they are portrayed.
What will we talk about after the election in November?
All of this mud-slinging then we won’t even remember.
Just When We Thought
By Franklin Price
2/29/2016
Just when we thought that politics
Had reached the lowest it could go
They've stopped slinging mud by hand
Resorted to a big back hoe
There's only one who's good at it
Has done it from the very start
The other two for catching up
Are trying now sling their a part
They're digging holes and not a ditch
It's evident their mud is thin
Hard to throw, and will not stick
Thin mud slinging cannot win
Sadly equipped for taking part
Apprentices who should not linger
Get back to the issues quickly
They're up against a master slinger
It is said that letting go
can be the hardest thing
The part-time lovers,
corrupted friends,
pastime lovers and
incomplete bondings
holding final piece until the end
But I
embrace gratitude
For I have come to terms
that some will never come to terms
Their self dignity become suicidal tendency
grasping the breath of me
drowning in river Styx;
abundant dependency
Green coated envy
with lashes of solidarity;
tasting entrapment
as their new found hobby
As they let go
by digging trenches to nowhere
Mud slinging recollected teardrops
dripping invalidated errors
And I
should cry
these burdens
I should cry
I should
But these tears
know better
© Drake J. Eszes
Sitting on the lap of a moonbeam
transcript of a gender
plays with the gun.
Manhood was at stake
I will meet you in a cauldron.
I was arrested in the house, was
moving from planet to planet. Cavernous words
seek the letters in right order. Puns
revert to mud-slinging. The heart spills
red wine.
No more beats.
What next after albinism? Dark was beautiful.
Waiting for the light, which never came.
A devout survivor brings hope. I will
discover my god in particle.
subatomic, expanding.
I want to walk in mist and snow
over the bridge, on the bald clouds.
SATISH VERMA
Watching NFL on Sunday
Flying the Rebel flag every day
Playing poker every night
Wow, Life is great
Yelling "Git-R-Done"
Mud-slinging in our big trucks
Listening to the crowd
Watching the broncs buck all night
What a wonderful day, hey.
Whether I am hunting or fishing,
I know I am having a great day
Listening to Southern Rock
Rocking out loud to "Kid Rock"
That is my idea of a great day
(Or Please God, Let It Be November 7th)
Dear senators, congressmen
Please hear my plea.
Your phone calls and commercials
Mean nothing to me.
Your muck-raking and mud-slinging
Go from night until noon.
This election could never
Be over too soon
Please understand, I've made my decision.
I don't need your e-mail or phone inquisition.
So please can we just stop the attacks
And go give each other a pat on the back.
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