Saturday, December 22, 2012

Merry Christmas!

The Bard is on vacation
Through Christmas and New Years.
His pen is in its quiver,
And his verse is in arrears.

But though he’s left the country,
For Chile or Nepal,
He leaves behind a Christmas wish:
God Bless us one and all!

Saturday, December 15, 2012

The Aftermath

And in the end, it comes to this,
The point of perfect liberal bliss:
When all is razed, with nothing more,
The wreckage now is deemed a bore.

Have they not left a single law
To ravage with a loud hurrah?
No regulations to impose?
No point of culture to oppose?

Are there no markets to subdue?
Departments left to slant or skew?
Has every right been laid to waste?
The Constitution been displaced?

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Tax Dodger

I have the unfair benefit
Of owning where I live;
It drains the hapless government
Like water through a sieve.

For if I were to rent my place
From Ebenezer Scrooge,
The increase in my housing cost
Would certainly be huge.

And as the spread is rather large
The taxman sees a gain:
Imputed Rental Income (Net),
Or some such term inane.

Saturday, December 1, 2012

Point of Fact

I stumbled on a hidden lair
That housed an ancient beast.
I stumbled on it unaware
While walking west to east.

’Twas in the lair I came aware
Of certain climate change,
Which weighed upon the morning air
Throughout the mountain range.

I found as well abiding there
A war on womankind,
Which cut my heart with cold despair
And weighed upon my mind.