The Halloween Spirit.
The little monsters came round on Halloween,
They tricked and treated and picked us clean,
We nicely asked ’em not to pet the pet Wolverine,
We told ’em not to play on the display guillotine-
What a shame their hearing’s not quite as keen.
Smart kids… remains to be seen.
Wake up USA, to today’s latest shoot-em-up,
In Pittsburgh another racist nut goes to town,
Donald looks up from his mornings bitter cup
And prepares to man up and double down.
It’s time for the President to assuage the pain,
What pearls will fall from the GreaT mans lip?
Let’s recycle them ol’ ‘thoughts’n’prayers again?
Now he can spit ’em out emptily at quite a clip.
Yes, today Don knows where to place the blame,
No saying ‘good people on both sides’ this time,
Now (though some Alt Rights won’t feel the same)
Shooting up a synagogue is a horrible hate crime.
I’m special, not the sort of person
Who’d marry any old sort of person
Pregnant or not to him.
We could never become those sort of people,
The kind who find they resort to other people;
Tied by the trusty knot, me and him.
But I became another person
When he came in another person.
This widow’s well shot of him.
Magic Carpet Ride.
Donald stands atop his high tower, gazing to the East,
That sense of unease that things are going west increased,
For Don that ever-changing Arabian tale no longer charms-
Just when he thought he’d wrapped ten billion up in arms.
Yeah, its a great tragedy that a journalist’s life has been lost,
But we count on Donald, Prince that he is, to count the cost,
He’s diplomatically waiting for what a Saudi inquiry will reveal-
Yes, its crude, one life for billions in weapons- but what a deal!
Pardon The Subject.
After a fresh new dawn, clear and bright
Dark times have come for the kingdoms Lord,
Another wrong to right, another obituary to write
When he who wields the pen yields to the sword.
(I try to leaven these posts with a bit of humor. I can’t see much to smile about on some of the days these day though.)
So, you’re going to renew your Saudi passport?
I suggest you give it long and considered thought,
It’s no magical kingdom, it’s more a bone-dry resort
Where you may find your stay cut uncomfortably short.
So oh-so-clever Julia’s gone, and not before time,
Some were overwrought, I’m simply over the moon,
It can’t be denied, seeing her backside was sublime
But if I ever see her two faces again it’ll be too soon.
Exit Interview For Bossy Boots.
‘So, Julia you’ve been with us a year to the day,
Sadly the evidence says you’ve outstayed your stay,
So lets review your flaws before you go on your way
With our good wishes and an even greater redundancy pay’
‘Let us peruse the views of your ex-staff, if we may?
They can contain a clue- or two- to where you went astray,
One good point is they do say you’re real hard work and no play,
Negative traits… hmmm they do go on- and on and ON, don’t they?’
‘Complaints against you… hmm, laid in endless array,
Your words of complaint about them cause me a twinge of dismay…
No, don’t tell an employee to ‘fuck off,’ the Company prefer ‘go away,’
I agree with your staff, so no argument, Julia, just go away, without delay.
Nah, ‘fuck off’ as you say.’
I took pleasure in seeing the boss kick Julia’s ass out the door;
My one regret is not putting in a few myself, to even the score,
But no, I’d kick myself if I didn’t regret doing one thing more
And that’s seeing her off with my size ten from the sixth floor.
Complete Harmony And Perfect Bitch.
When we heard the company had jettisoned Julia
There was stunned silence around the water cooler,
I’ve never seen a team responsive as peculiar
As their spontaneous chorus of ‘Hallelujah!’