Thursday, October 20, 2011


One night the devil was conversing
With his expectant Herman Cain,
When suddenly he started cursing
And Herman thought, “I’m down the drain.”
“Please, Brother,” Herm said, “on the level
I promised you I’d raise the devil.
And you can see I’ve kept my vow.
What more can I do for you now?”
“You promised me a devilocracy,”         
Old Satan said.  “With me in charge.
And you ambassador-at-large.
And so I curse you for hypocrisy.”        
“But, Satan, in our politics
You can’t flat tax at 6-6-6.”

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


The trouble with all this dissenting
Is that they think we’ll go away
Because there’s been no time cementing
What we mean when we holler “nay.”
We need a focal adversary
And rise up revolutionary;
To show them that we’re not effete          
And kick their asses on the Street.
By that I mean the wealthy bosses
Whose money powers Democrats,
Republicans, and all high hats
Who cut us loose to save them losses.
Who doesn’t know when they’re done for
A “nay” will mean no rich or poor.

Monday, October 17, 2011


A union president was freaking
About demands his workers made;
It seems as if what they were seeking
Was more than pay that made the grade.
They wanted lives where insecurity
Would far outlive their kids’ maturity;
Were willing to fight civil wars
To make the bosses dinosaurs.
The president said inequality
Was what a job was all about.
But he was drowned out with a shout
That argued for a workers’ polity.
The president begged they’d retreat.
They clamored back: “Death to Wall Street.”

Friday, October 14, 2011


 A grave in which some politicians     
Were buried, we thought they were dead,
Was opened by academicians
Who found what can’t be left unsaid:
Each surly pol had long been waiting
To get a chance at advocating
Ideas which, when said and done,
Would set the world back to square one.
Among the living dead: Rick Perry,
Obama, Romney, Bachmann, Cain,
And others who were inhumane.
When asked how they’d survived Death’s ferry,
They said the ferryman could tell
Politicos who’d ravage Hell.

Thursday, October 13, 2011


I won’t stay past his next election,
Which any fool can see he’ll win.
I must allay my disaffection
Or else I’ll surely pull the pin.
You just can’t help this guy, Obama.
His hero is the Dali Lama!
You try invoking this and that;
But how to be a Democrat . . .!
Can you imagine . . . Democratic,
The party of old FDR
Who used to be our guiding star.
Obama thinks the diplomatic
Will help avoid a World War III.
It goes against our pedigree!

Sunday, October 9, 2011


If we are banded all together,
Then we will be above the law;
Because our Lord says He’ll untether
Us all and help us spread His awe.
We’ll force the liberals to start praying
Or liquidate them for nay saying
About our call to instigate
The union of the church and state.
A theoconic manifesto
Will help uphold at any cost
This stand of ours to see who’s bossed
By whom.  And if they are, then presto,
We’ll show the liberals who’s boss;
Or slaughter them upon a cross.

Saturday, October 8, 2011


How can a man who’s just a poet
Be honored with a Nobel Prize?
If I were he, I’d tell them, “Stow it
Till you can look me in the eyes
And tell me that what you’ve been reading
Has changed the world and stopped its bleeding.
Till then all words are merely mud
That covers life, nipped in the bud.
To see the nature of reality
Your words must free the people to
Eliminate the class snafu
That’s left them drudging in banality.
Accepting prizes for a game
Is one thing but . . . the other’s lame.”