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Surrounds cast fawning more pain and pleasure,
bring it on, union or naught, clocked watchers,
measures measure, pound for pound, face to face,
Curt or wordy, conscience be top-notchers,
as precious song of convenience, eeks breath.
Stage of a day's bliss follow edge to edge,
affair due course of day's light, naught Macbeth.
Fingered tip trace a fashioned grin, lips wedge
made verse presets rhythmically, whispers
to soft caressed, infant coos to gold.
A mime mimics, entertainment lifters,
puppy love hugs, sweethearts caress, gramps hold.
Be he the fourth wiseman of the Magi?
Ascends a moon, grays an eye-fools goodbyes.
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POSITIVELY TRUMP
The Economy is booming
No catastrophe yet looming
After choosing Donald Trump
Where recession? where the slump?
But we’re nearing full employment
All who can, in max deployment
Black and white yellow and brown
Income up and food stamps down
Holy cow-farts! mercy me!
Not how they said it would be
They’ll soon say that Co2
Is good for plants, for me and you
Fat boy Kim not shooting rockets
NATO digging in their pockets
Who’s now talking about ISIS
They must find a brand new crisis
Trump investigation arid
Every accusation parried
Muller’s litigious top notchers
Searching still to find some ‘gotchas’!
A newcomer of outside
From old politics untied
Takes no pay, no personal gain
Unlike others I could name
Never TelePrompt refined
Opens up and speaks his mind
Straight from heart and off the cuff
Uncut diamond in the rough
Mock his lack of history pure
Never going to be demure
He hits back at thrown insults
I care more for his results
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Swamp Nightmare
Oh! me oh! my boo hoo!
Whatever shall we do
Now it’s going far too well
When it should be going to hell
The Economy is booming
No catastrophe yet looming
After choosing Donald Trump
Where recession? where the slump?
But we’re nearing full employment
All who can, in max deployment
Black and white yellow and brown
Income up and food stamps down
Holy cow-farts! mercy me!
Not the way that it should be
They’ll soon be saying Co2
Is good for plants, for me and you
Fat boy Kim not shooting rockets
NATO digging in their pockets
Who’s now talking about ISIS
We must find a brand new crisis
Trump investigation arid
Every accusation parried
Muller’s litigious top notchers
Surely they can find some ‘gotchas’!
So unfair it can’t be right
A spectre in the dark of night
What went wrong. She should have won
She was on a straight home run
But we never will surrender
With all forces we can render
We will surely draw his blood
As we dig deeper in the mud
We may yet be his ‘Grim Reaper’
For the Swamp goes so much deeper
But for now we do beseech
All together cry: ‘EMPEACH!’
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