If a parliamentarian votes yes,
Does he say A or Aye?
Can we trust that politician.
If instead he says AI?
Is he speaking tongue in cheek?
Is he confused, merging A and Aye
Or using a new form of double speak?
Might he be a historian
Lost in thoughts of Israel’s Ai?
When asked mother may I
Write my essay with AI
Whatever comes of AI
To a data dump say Aye
But an AI tome please deny
May it never meet the Eye!
'There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies, and statistics.'"[
Attributed to Mark Twain
anyone can tell a lie but it takes a politician to tell a statistic
the kiss of judas
underhanded betrayal
scoundrel and liar
In his heart of stone,
And his tongue of bone,
Lies sit on the throne.
Peace shall not replace,
Whilst blood feeds the face.
"But hear me, you all:
Death is brief and small,"
Cried the sightless fool.
In his heart so white,
And his soul so light,
Truth and love shine bright.
Peace will find its way,
Dawn will chase the grey,
Turn from war’s bouquet,
Let your voice have grace,
Light will take its place.
Why do politicians lie
And our wallets deftly pry,
Puff and bluster all the time
Their intent to cheat sublime.
Are we dumb or just naive
Of that talent to deceive,
Smiles aplenty to go round
While broken promises abound.
Why venerate them so
And not tell them where to go,
Pay good money after bad
The whole thing is rather sad.
When we put them to the test
They begin their quest with zest,
But time passes all too fast
Their resolve's not there to last.
We vote them out and start again
And get another just the same,
This conveyor belt of life
Sure to bring us yet more strife.
What solution may we ask
To complete this ingrate task,
Maybe ply them all with drink
Hoping this will help them think.
As to us, let's tune them out
Find a corner where to shout,
Release the loathing and emotion,
Survive the show and the commotion.
Let's be real and rather blunt
Lest our message we might stump,
There is another old profession
That earns its money by the session.
We might as well embrace the ride
Taking bumps full in our stride,
For if we blot out all the noise
They become mere soulless voids.
No department of Education
No anti-corruption
No health care
No unemployment benefits
No social security benefits
When you’re old enough to retire
No help for people in needs, no welfare
No grants or loans for college students
No housing vouchers for elderly parents
No rules and regulations for the Stock Markets
No lawsuits against criminal cops
Due to immunity, they can kill anybody in the streets
And there’s more, more will fall in the craps
Many people will die sooner, before their time
Believe me that will be a sad crime
If you want an unfriendly and dishonest America
Vote for the fascist and friends of the SAGA
Otherwise, vote for the intelligent Woman
Who will never insult and disrespect Asians
Native Americans, Black Americans
Caucasians, Haitians, Jamaicans
Puerto Ricans, Europeans
Human beings, Africans
Latinos and poor White Americans.
Copyright © November 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous collections of poetry.
Honest salesman is a semi-oxymoron
Just like an honest politician
Please do not laugh, all lawyers or
Accountants are not crooks. When the door
Is wide open a mouse, a rat, a cockroach
Would me more than happy to approach
Some politicians have tried to be better
And more credible. Some are men/women of honor
However, others are pathological liars
They are professionals who behave like traitors
They think that the "truth is not the truth". They're confused
Lies are lies. Dogs are dogs. Politicians play politics
Call the exterminators to annihilate the ticks
Liars always ignore the truth. Please, let's not mused
In politics, it is probably not easy to be too honest
Because so much is involved. Let's chase the pests
The corrupt politicians who are ruining everything
And destroying the dream. Let them flee. Let's ring
The bells. Not all politicians are crooked or criminals
That's true. I am not lying, just check the election polls.
Copyright © November 2018, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.
Like a dead rose
Let’s expose
The uniquely worst
Politician
Who dreams of being the best
He’s no magician.
A villainous bully or a convicted criminal
Must not run for public office
We will never have peace
Things will never be normal
Otherwise we will have ubiquitous
Disenchantment and nonstop chaos
Let the dead rose
Fade away and decompose.
Copyright © September 2024, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved.
Hébert Logerie is the author of numerous books of poetry.
Gets very vote
Spiritual words always spoke
Cause and Effect
Shows no people elect
Turns Lows into High Encouragement
Brings on the Blessings
Guides through understanding
Teaches that’s sustaining
Shows the way
Everything is always ok
Changes weather
Storms become overcome
Waters be still
All at will
Spiritual Politician always proven
White House Heaven
Never confused
Serves a purpose
Conflict free
Sets Daily living stage
Turning Doubt into sure
Comforting let be
Dependability is what you see
..
…pick one
Triden or Bump
The or wins every time
All the new politicians
wore new suits
but everyone ones starving
Tell you what it is a good strategy
Less to rule
My queen was Freddie
No kings in Scotland
and your creepy brother
needs locked up
And mate seriously you need to go to speck( was gonna do a bit about tunnel vision then I remembered)
savour how sublimely this line turns into rhy
Me a name you call yourself
Breaking rules
Every law was flawed
Thor was sawing a puss ycat kin half
I think I might write a false history book
where a.I. Primary purpose is to begin the creation of
humanity so that they create a.I.
They know the difference between a duck
One of its legs is the same as the other one
Why not Robyn Hood
I wanna be the first woman to play Batman
We got here marvellously
Bye
A good minister
Is lighthouse to a country,
Shade of empathy.
Flim Flam
the hero man
sold his story
and away he ran
From Hanoi to DC
before swamps could be drained
karma would catch him
and rot out his brain
But the damage was done
in the Great Halls of power
as his bombs of war
the whole world did scour
So what is now left
when the hero has faded
same as it was
a nation all jaded
Clamoring to praise
what was clearly a fool
a spoiled near despot
the ultimate tool.
(8/25/2018)
There is a kitten for every pot
A pot for every pig
A pig for every poke
A kitten for every mitten
I was tired of this politician
What was he trying to do?
Did everyone want a pig?
Certainly not a pig in a poke
The kittens in the mittens were hanging behind him
Snug in their tight little mittens, hanging on a line
Rolling their eyes
As if to say
Do you believe this bimbo?
Politicians with stomachs of steel
Infrastructure for their meals
Their stomachs strong and robust
To digest the food they must
They'll eat and eat with great enthusiasm
Their stomachs toil with great endurance
Their stomach infrastructure's a sight
To see them eat is quite a delight
But when it comes to our own needs
They often fall short, indeed
They'll feast on fancy meals and more
While we're left to starve, poor
So let's vote for those with stomachs true
And the infrastructure to see it through
A leader who'll eat and work just as well
For the good of all, and not just themselves.
Politicians
Why do we vote for them?
And let them increase their pay
Why do we listen to them?
Fill our heads with dismay
Why do we go along?
Like a blind man in an alley
Why do we ever believe?
Anything that they say
The only thing they’re good for
It’s rude so I can’t say
A politician, feathers his nest
Rolled up notes in a chest
Scandals a sex pest
Off-shore accounts
Loaded to the brim
Don’t pay tax in this country
If it’s up to him
Two or three jobs
Not admitted as he should
Back handed payments
Take more if they could
A great example
The opposite of Robin Hood.
David Cox 03/01/2023
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