Political

God Bless America

God Bless America



Bush would be republiking

McCain die nasty

his slogan - feel our campain



mean - while back at the Goranch

we watch and applaud

our men behaving Bradley



we drive light on our poll road

slowing to observe

the rubberneck and neck tie



buzzardent reporters lie

and carry-on the

law of media persians



Is it November yet?



© 2000 Barton J. Breen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

7-5-7 lines with merged words.  Sometimes refered to as a mwyn.

Just a bit of skullduggery during the primaries in 2000.

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Gary Condit's Nursery Rhyme

Gary, Gary, quite contrary

How does your office flow?

With bobs and weaves and technicalities

And missing girls all in a row



© Bart Breen 8/25/2001

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Those were the days before 9/11/2001.

Gary Condit was obligingly providing grist for the political satirical mill.

What a slime-ball.

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Animal PACS

Animal PACS





I wonder, whether it would be

Correct, I mean politically,



If animals could cast a vote,

When they did, if we could note



The party that they represent

To learn their philosophic bent



And thus alerted to their stance

I’ve several thoughts I could advance



Perhaps we’d market “liberal beef”

And give the PETA people grief



It’s somehow clear to me, a cow

Would lean this way, I’ll tell you how



It stands on land it doesn’t own

Eats other’s food, and once it’s grown



For those who’ve sacrificed for it

All it gives is Grade A bull chips



Although at slaughter time might pour

Some strong support for dear Al Gore



But then, I bet, the hawk’s support

Would lean conservative, of course



It’s right somehow a bird of prey

Would lean and vote strongly this way



Soaring high above the crowds

It screams its shrill message out loud



Espousing high, lofty morals that

Are set aside while it dines on rat



Then after final message push

It roosts at night within George Bush



So lets get out the vote in herds

Flock to the polls, you dirty birds



The choice is clear, for all you know

For scavengers, there’s still Ross Perot.



© 2000 Bart Breen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Just a piece of silliness penned in the midst of a silly campaign, but aren't the all that way?

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Gorepocrisy

Gorepocrisy



Al Gore is for campaign reform!

He says, “Return to the old norm”

He deplores the use of cash

Soft money breaks him out in rash



But since he cares for us so much

He has to hobble with that crutch

And now he’s spending a huge fee

To save us from the pharmacy!!!



The mean old drug firms, he decries

Are evil for their very size

Allows them to charge huge amounts

And build up corporate bank accounts



He doesn’t mention where cash will come from

That’s a mystical conundrum

But one thing is certain, we can be sure

It won’t come from him, he spent his on slurs



© 6/13/00 Bart Breen

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not one of my better one's.  Gore just isn't as easy as dear old Slick WIllie!

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A Sure Bestseller

A Sure Bestseller



I’m sure real soon you’ll hear the news

Our past leader will take his dues

A book may come before December

Of all that he can now remember

He’s thought it through and now recalls

All that occurred in oval walls

A quite amazing thought reversal

From one whose daily dress rehearsal

was, “I’m sorry, I don’t recall;

I have no memory at all,

I’ve drawn a blank, it’s kinda fuzzy

I’ve never even met this hussy

It’s really hard for me to say

(Damn that pesky DNA!)”

But let impeachment dust just settle

And suddenly he’ll show his mettle

“What’s that? You have $10 million bucks?

Where do I sign? You are in luck!

I suddenly remember all!

There’s not a fact I can’t recall!

Just sign the check and I’ll commence

To come right down from my high fence”

Why now it’s crystal clear to me

All that was missing was his fee!

So buy his book now Zeke and Zack

“Memoirs of an Amnesiac”



© Bart Breen 8/7/2001


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Even when he's not the President, Clinton is (was) just a gift from Heaven when it comes to writing Political satire.

I think light verse is probably my strength.  i could write this stuff all day long!  ;)

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A Legacy in the Making

A Legacy in the Making



Behind the walls of secrecy

Far from the view of you and me

Bill Clinton works sagaciously

To craft a final legacy



‘Round Camp David’s conference table

He toils, cajoles as he is able

‘Twixt the Jew and Arab label

A peace to craft from past peace fable



As for success, it may well come

Gold for the spouse of Hill’ry Rodham

His face emblazoned like the sun

When we issue our favorite son

THE CLINTON COMMEMORATIVE CONDOM!!!!!!



© 7/12/00 Bart Breen


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Damn!  I hated Clinton being in office but he sure made political satire and light verse easy!!

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Neutrality

Neutrality seems to be questionable-
It nods at those engaged in honest fight;
And smiling,- will dispense the equal label
To terrorists that do their work by night.

Observer neutral and dispassionate
It does not go out on a limb for aught,
Indifferent to closest brothers' fate-
It's never in a noble battle caught.

It has deaf ears to help imploring cries
Because its neutral and thus will deny
A helping hand, but will avert its eyes
And ask for peace, because it is so shy,.

At times a starchy even-handedness,
Does seem impious --as the case may be-
It will not trouble to secure redress,
But abdicates discerment's faculty.

It feels no anger, - but no pity either-
Has smooth ;tongue - that will refuse to holler-
Lets passions dwindle,atrophy and wither,
And hands out evenly to each a dollar.

Neutrality loves to pontificate-
Stays high above the fray - but will command
At best perhaps an opportune stalemate;-
Its quirky sermon is: "Hands-off!" - "Restraint!"

It does not lend a hand when needed most,
Nor stretch its neck to save a wretch from evil-
But calls for peace, - for peace at any cost,-
While letting wholesome passions flag and shrivel.


Neutrality will not be touched by angst and pain,

Will calmly watch the desperate deadly brawl,

From intervention though it will abstain,
It will Behold, - but is above of all!.

Neutrality will never smart or hurt,
But say: "I am neutral, don't you understand"?
It will speak civilly, but terse and curt:
"Get off my back and go to Zululand!"

Among the throng of spirits to discern-
To probe, and shine upon their difference-
Is the fine art Neutrality should learn

Although its practice needs a fine-honed lens.


This passionless suave Neutrality,
Shrub unaligned and indeterminate,
That thrives in unrelieved vacuity
Must needs vex feisty souls and irritate.

Does not the Holy Book say: "I'll spit out
What's neither hot nor cold, - Neutrality-
Ho-Hum Tepidity I'll scorn and flout-
Intorerable is its taste to me".

© Elizabeth Dandy

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Note:"Feisty Souls' irritation at neutrality

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Retrain Refrain

REFRAIN



As soothing as the sound

of gently falling rain

The beautiful mantra

The sweet refrain

of wheels on tracks

as the world retrains

    

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Michael Dukakis
has been very active
in the mass transit
movement. The
bullet trains of France
and Japan no longer have
the sound of wheels
on tracks since they
ride in magnetic current
above the metal. Trains
are the most efficient
of the bus, plane, car
train set and they
cause the least road
sky or seakill per mile.
They were to a major degree destroyed
in the first part of the 20th Century by a coalition
of oil and car interests.

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MAY 82

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Falklands 82

MAY 82

 

IT RAINED,
AND I HEARD IT FALL .
MAYBE NOT EVERY DROP,
BUT ALMOST ALL.

WE CUT THE TURF.
AND STACKED IT HIGH.
TWO FOOT THICK
AND JUST AS WIDE.

RAIN RAN DOWN MY FACE
WHILE IT FILLED THE HOLE.
SOAKED MY CLOTHES.
WASHED MY SOUL.

NO GENTLE PITTER-PATTER THIS,
IT CRASHED.
THE WIND HOWLED, AND BLEW.
BAYONETS SLASHED.

AND ALL THE WHILE ,
EIGHT THOUSAND MILES AWAY,
YOU CHEERED,GOT DRUNK ,AND SLEPT,
IN A COSY WARM BED .

Author's Notes/Comments: 

People watched from the comfort of their living rooms. Unless you were actually there,or actually experienced war.
You'll never really know.

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