Anxiety and stress- free at last!

The Rhyme And The Reason.

I watch the doings of our leaders, so sage and wise,
I shake my head, give a heartfelt sigh and roll my eyes,
Once I used to rant and rave but today that’s not my style,
Now I only offer a word to them wise-guys, and a sardonic smile.

Back then their clodhopping missteps and monumental errors
Had me waking, screaming in my bed, gripped by night terrors,
No more sitting in sweaty (sometimes slightly soiled) nightshirts,
Now on Fluoxetine I feel fine- apart from the odd bout of weltshmerz.

Post Hearing; Don decides on a Declaration of intent.

Sorry, WHAT?

How now will the patriotic defenders of democracy regard Don?
What of his witterings on his Divine/Presidential right to pardon?
A call on which both Jeff and Don Junior most deafeningly agree?
I believe I heard Don perfectly clearly, but if I didn’t, pardon me.

Take this job and shove off; Shooing the messenger. After six months of spitting in the eyes of the closest reporters Sean’s been spat out.

Muttering Away.

What a pity for poor Mr Spicer,
All he got was pain and strife,
Will his sad life now get nicer
Now he can get a (quiet) life?

After all Sean’s double talk
Don has single-mindedly spoken,
Sean’s shuffled off for a quiet walk,
Oh, long may the silence be unbroken.

There’s a great deal of Devil in the detail, as the artful Don will tell you.

Two Of His Chosen Ones.

Don gave Sessions his contract, Jeff gave it his perusal,
‘Blind obedience, believe the unbelievable’- Dons usual;
When he makes an offer The Don doesn’t take a refusal,
So Jeff hastily signed on, time later for regret- and recusal.

With Comey going Don has another offer to extend,
He welcomed in Robert Mueller like a long-lost friend,
Would this crushing handshake and Dons limits never end?
Now he’s mulled it over, Bob suspects Comey started a trend.

Don’s picks know sniffing around his personal folder
Tends to make his warm and welcoming eyes smoulder,
Jeff and Bob are turning away, looking over their shoulder,
The balmy Mar-a-lago days have turned unreasonably colder.

Part two; Who do you serve and who do you protect?

What a cause for inquiry this shooting’s become,
Quite the mystery wrapped up in the conundrum,
But try to ask questions of the perpetrator of the crime
And he is unable to answer any inquiries at this time.

Do good people hold fast to the mistaken belief
That whispered confession gives blessed relief?
Oh, good grief.

The Mayor wishes this Officer would shed some light,
But he’s staying silent, and what’s wrong with that Right?
Say, why WERE body cameras off when the action occurred?
Perhaps he foresaw reason to be neither seen nor heard?

His lawyer says ‘keep your reasonings brutally short,
Or your mouth shut till they drag out out your report.’
In open Court.

That Special someone to squawk to.

Speaking ‘Merican.

Don plopped down beside Vladimir just after dessert,
A little- ahem, Big Boys bonding session couldn’t hurt?
But Vlad speaks no English, he needs his interpreter to,
And since Don has lost his translator, Vlad’s lad would do.

Some people speak of collusion,
He translates that with confusion,
What Don says Vlad is rapt to hear,
Which is so flattering to Dons ear.

At the end of the one-way talk Don was amazed to find
Vlad hadn’t contributed much, in fact little came to mind,
But when handed their transcript of what they said he said
The things he’d agreed to had sounded different in his head.

Who do you serve and who do you protect ?

Camera Shy?

The body cameras in which Minneapolis’ finest invested
Would look impressive if they hadn’t remained untested.

When one turns off a camera doesn’t one turn a blind eye?
If so, the one question we look to the Police for is- why?