Saturday, May 18, 2013

The Paper Chase

 
The socialist caucus
Now running Caracas
Is on the hot seat in the polls.
The national issue?
A shortage of tissue
That common folk purchase in rolls.
 
The problem is vivid.
The public is livid,
As price controls wipe out supply.
Now people are queuing
In hopes of accruing
A super absorbent two-ply.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

Catastrophic Coverage

 
My wife revealed just yesterday
Proposals much like mine,
Had been by her received from men
Who ordered better wine.
 
And not in wine alone was I
Below the standard mean,
But I was wanting in my choice
Of bistro and cuisine.
 
My raiment had not measured up,
My tie was short of chic,
And further, to my lasting shame,
My prosody was weak.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Mr. Bumble Was Right

 
It’s come to this:
You now can parse
A phrase about
A chubby arse
Before a judge,
Before the law,
And thus compel
The state withdraw
The awful charge,
The awful shame,
The bully tag
Against your name.

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Gracious in Defeat

 
Ever gracious in defeat,
The President decries
The winners of the gun debate
For telling brazen lies.
 
Always gracious in defeat,
Their logic he assaults.
He questions their integrity,
And shames them for their faults.
 
Truly gracious in defeat,
He points across the aisle,
And paints opponents of his plan
As wicked, false, and vile.

Saturday, April 13, 2013

The Ruling Class

I’ve often criticized the men
Who drive our state affairs.
I’ve mocked the manner of their speech
And parodied their airs.
 
Impugned the motives of their deeds
Have I, and even more,
I’ve made a sport of prodding them
For issues they ignore.
 
But in a flash of clarity
I ponder them anew,
And see them in another light
I saw not hitherto.