“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
―Philip Freneau
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And by a prudent flight and cunning save A life which valour could not, from the grave. A better buckler I can soon regain, But who can get another life again?
Archilochus
A dreary old dyke, Hilla Reece, Felt a need for erotic release, So she rubbed her pudenda With the smooth shiny end o' The pretty punk nose of her niece!
Hating you for many’s now a hobby –– Incisive, bossy, proud iconoclast. Lusting after power, you may lobby Loudly for the the poor –– the lowest caste –– Amassed applauding at the Polling Gate. Railing at the Rich, you scorn their gold. You would have us be Slaves of the State Cheering as our lives become controlled –– Lost –– in endless snarls of red tape. Inventiveness to you should harnessed be Not to bring fulfillment, but to rape The profit from creative energy. O, Self-Appointed Goddess of the Ill, No one can afford to pay your Bill!
What the truth might be no one can find. Hopeless is the quest on either side Invested as they are in staying blind To anything that points to Power denied. Entrenched in battle lines made to endure, Weapons drawn and ready to attack. A motivating force that’s quite impure Twists logic into seeing white as black. Examining our leaders’ feet of clay Removes us from confronting our own flaws, While they decisive action can delay On how to rid the Nation’s Face of yaws. Electing pugilists who throw the fight Scorches angels’ wings, yet sheds no light.
~ FreeThinke
This sonnet was penned nineteen years ago in reference to the Clintons‘ Whitewater woes, but I see now that the basic sentiments apply to the way politics is conducted all the time.
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A dreary old dyke, Hilla Reece,
Felt a need for erotic release,
So she rubbed her pudenda
With the smooth shiny end o'
The pretty punk nose of her niece!
Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, in a race to see who can pull their parties further left.
___ To A Muthah We Know Too Well ___
Hating you for many’s now a hobby ––
Incisive, bossy, proud iconoclast.
Lusting after power, you may lobby
Loudly for the the poor –– the lowest caste ––
Amassed applauding at the Polling Gate.
Railing at the Rich, you scorn their gold.
You would have us be Slaves of the State
Cheering as our lives become controlled ––
Lost –– in endless snarls of red tape.
Inventiveness to you should harnessed be
Not to bring fulfillment, but to rape
The profit from creative energy.
O, Self-Appointed Goddess of the Ill,
No one can afford to pay your Bill!
~ FreeThinke
_____ Sail On, O Ship of State ______
What the truth might be no one can find.
Hopeless is the quest on either side
Invested as they are in staying blind
To anything that points to Power denied.
Entrenched in battle lines made to endure,
Weapons drawn and ready to attack.
A motivating force that’s quite impure
Twists logic into seeing white as black.
Examining our leaders’ feet of clay
Removes us from confronting our own flaws,
While they decisive action can delay
On how to rid the Nation’s Face of yaws.
Electing pugilists who throw the fight
Scorches angels’ wings, yet sheds no light.
~ FreeThinke
This sonnet was penned nineteen years ago in reference to the Clintons‘ Whitewater woes, but I see now that the basic sentiments apply to the way politics is conducted all the time.
We voters believe as truth that which we desire to believe and benefits us most... hence no scandals can touch the Hillary/Trumps.
P.T. Barnum had us all pegged brilliantly more than a hundred years ago, didn't he?
Lost in all the tomato and fist throwing is the premise that these people are rioting over "All Votes Matter."
"not gonna vote for ______? Here have a knuckle sammich"
Someone's going to have to come up with a hybrid between a donkey and an elephant to symbolise 'cuckdemocrats' like Hillary.
Hillharossis
She's a female CUCKOLD. What might we do with that?
Should be portrayed with HORNS from now on.
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