Looking Out For Number One
7-7-2016
Tom
Progressive politicians will tell you,
To get votes throw each dog a bone.
Some are the size of a SNAP card,
While others are the size of a phone;
But they know one thing for sure,
The feeding hand a dog won’t bite.
So they keep pledging the handouts,
Slinging mud with all of their might;
But taking free stuff creates puppets,
To dance on whatever string they pull.
For retaining their office assures them,
That their pockets will always be full;
I have sticks and you have stones
Mine I swing while your's you throw
You go high and I go low
Both good for breaking of the bones
Be careful of the shattered glass
From the house where we both live
Over what it was I said
Over what it was you did
I'm not sure we'll ever learn
How much our words really hurt
You're slinging mud, I'm tossing dirt
Not quite sure which one is worse
If we look hard I'm sure we'll find
That our pants are both on fire
As you go low and I go higher
Doesn't mean we're not both liars
“Margaret Thatcher you ain’t!”
“You ain’t old Reagan in paint!”
slinging mud
with a thud
terrible taunts tossed to taint
These political candidates are slinging mud in the nightly news,
And have the Republicans and Democrats singing the blues.
Trump and Cruz trash each other’s wives, and do not stick to their plan,
When they should be trying to prove that they are the best man.
Trump claims to be Superman, and wants to build the wall,
But it may just cause with Mexico an all-out brawl!
With Trump and Cruz each day it is a different, sleazy fight.
They need to take the high road, and be the country’s shining light.
The Democrats have their own set of problems too,
With Sander’s socialism and Hillary’s emails, troubles brew…
The country is the one that suffers with all this mess,
And the candidate that finally wins will be a product of the press.
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
Parking lots are creepy and desolate in the dark,
without fluorescent lights,
no one can remember where they parked,
A person may roam around for hours or click
on their alarm.
At Christmas time parking lots are synonymous
to Christmas Tree Farms,
A death can easily happen in the midle of the maze,
when attendants are not looking,
People can sneak in and out of the gates,
rummaging for all sorts of goodies to take,
If someone is unaware they can
overpower him/her in a choke hold,
strangling the person until they are
stone cold,
In the twinkling of an eye a family
can suffer a loss,
The owners and corporations may try
to cover up the heinous crime,
by slinging mud and slime,
But in due time unsolved mysteries
eventually shine.
This one called that one a crook;
That one called this one a dud.
Neither could be clearly seen,
Once they were done slinging mud.
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