UNIMPEACHABLE POEM: When Conspiracy Makes a Perfect Call

When Conspiracy Makes a Perfect Call

The Democrats made me
Due it
In the end only
Tempted bribery
In awe I did
In competence
My soul motive
Buy partisan ship
A condemn nation urned
As just US done
With all the fix ins
Sow what’s the big deal
Surely you don’t want
A nation of nancies
And immigrants
[insert off color joke hear]
Whatever
Accost

With the nearly seamless conspiracy and cover-up by senate Republicans, I feel that our nation is disabled and half of the country is making fun of it. Of course, Donald Trump, this half-ass satyr of a president, is leading the way by being the satire.

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POEM: Loyalty Oafs

Loyalty Oafs

Loyalty oafs
Would halve you
Believe
In idol vanity
Sowing their wiled oaths
AWOL keeping us a part
With litmus tests
In a whirled of acid
And base
Brands that burn
And scar us
In too submission
Not with standing
Be sides
Withal there is
An incalculably better weigh
Yes is yes
No is no
Each making us stronger
And unafraid
Of know boundaries

In a world with multiple, overlapping allegiances, loyalty can seem a highly partisan and intensely tribal battle for alleged hearts and minds. Commingle this with the purported virtue of compromise in the professed art of politics, and such “things” as values, boundaries and even ultimate concerns can easily be lost in the melee.

I am struck by the directness and simplicity of the biblical precept: “Let your yes mean yes, and your no mean no. Anything more than this comes from the evil one.” (Matthew 5:37) Given the contemporary situation of senators, specifically Republic senators, and more specifically, Republican majority leader Mitch McConnell, in the swearing in as jurors in an impeachment trial where you can confess that you aren’t impartial and then take an oath that you will be impartial. The above biblical precept is part of Jesus’ sermon on the mount concerning the law of solemn pledges:  “Again you have heard that it was said to those who lived long ago: Don’t make a false solemn pledge, but you should follow through on what you have pledged to the Lord. But I say to you that you must not pledge at all. You must not pledge by heaven, because it’s God’s throne. You must not pledge by the earth, because it’s God’s footstool. You must not pledge by Jerusalem, because it’s the city of the great king. And you must not pledge by your head, because you can’t turn one hair white or black. Let your yes mean yes, and your no mean no. Anything more than this comes from the evil one.” (Matthew 5:33-37)  Of course, farcical Christians in a farcical Christian nation are well suited by swearing on a Bible that instructs them to forgo pledges.

May our values, boundaries and ultimate concerns be evidenced by our actions.

An Apparently Unimpeachable POEM: If Only It Were Just Bazaar

If Only It Were Just Bazaar

He ran
The whirled
Like a carny
King Con
A sideshow gone viral
Kicked off the island
No longer in realty
Passing bills ‘n washing ton
In the house of white he
Longs for the sweetness of cotton
‘n elephant ears long fore gotten
As he deafly rallies his confederates
As hole country goes south

Today, Senate Republicans, alleged jurors, may end the impeachment trial that may not really have been a trial. Won way or the other, this will be a new precedent in the regime of this unprecedented president, Donald Trump, aka, The Don.

END REX LEXBy the way, rex lex means the king is the law. Rex lex is the opposite of nobody is above the law, equal protection under the law, and a government of the people, by the people, and for the people. END REX LEX!

IMPEACHMENT TRIAL POEM: Constipated Just US

In loo of affront meant
And moral fiber privation
Gone to won’s head
A twitter tyrant
With a porcelain prosthesis
And aim peachable
Effaces madder of coarse push back
Trying to void
Being number two
Throne another election
That irony handed rule
All thumbs
Posedly made up
Buy ALL CAPS!!!
Building a wall
Surrounding himself
With sicko fans
Sandwiching partial jurors between
Sects with nondisclosure agreements

Just, a poem I had to write to burn off some of the shitty energy swirling around Donald Trump’s impeachment trial, with The Don leading the way for his sycophants and partisan jurors. Will justice be had?

NOBODY is Above The Law