Saturday, February 23, 2013

The TSA Hymn

With apologies to the United States Marines

From the shores of California,
To the mountains of PA,
We will fight our budget battles
With the threat of flight delay.
We will furlough half our workers.
We will send them home to stay.
You will surely learn a lesson
If you mess with TSA.

From the field at Opa-Locka
To Muskegon County’s sky,
We will limit travel service
And the numbers who can fly.
From the plains of Oklahoma,
To the shores of Tampa Bay,
You will learn the gift of patience
If you mess with TSA.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

Dignity


When ’ere I think of congressmen
The images I see,
Are bathed in tones of lofty deeds
And hues of dignity.

I think of Jesse Jackson’s son
Who lived in harmony,
With all the noble aims of man,
Or will, when he is free.

I think in terms of leadership
Defined by Harry Reid,
Who forces passage of the bills
His members never read.

Saturday, February 9, 2013

Crocodile Tears


The President has made it clear
That spending cuts now drawing near
Will bring corruption and decay,
And leave our land in disarray.

To which a more reflective bloke
Might ask, If we are truly broke,
What logic led us to allow
Dependence as we find it now?

And further, one must wonder why
The President would weep and cry
About a cut to be imposed,
That he himself had first proposed.

Saturday, February 2, 2013

Worse for Wear


At first it was my cigarettes,
And then it was my drink.
It seemed their plan was common sense.
I guess I didn’t think.

I didn’t think they had a plan
To rearrange my life,
Said project being underway
With management by wife.

But now they’ve turned their helpful hands
To what I drink and eat.
They plan to make potato chips
And soda obsolete.