Sunday, July 28, 2013

Filner’s Follies

I spent a week in therapy
To teach my roving paws,
That modern social etiquette
Should give them cause to pause.
I stayed in place another week
To teach my wanton lips,
They cannot verbalize at work
On bosoms, legs, and hips.
A fortnight spent in therapy
Should make me right as rain,
And may indemnify me yet
From claims by Jill and Jane.

Sunday, July 21, 2013


The judge was irked
With how he worked
The details of his case.
You cheated, sir!
Heard he from her,
And that is your disgrace.
And well beyond,
The case you spawned
With poisonous intent,
You did not show
An apropos
Respect for precedent.
The common law
On which we draw
Is now completely bound,
To every word
Which is conferred
By him whom we have crowned.

Sunday, July 14, 2013


When will we hear the President
Say if he had a son,
Who chose to act in self-defense,
He’d look like Zimmerman?
When will the modern media
Stop baiting based on race,
And trying to convict a man
Before he pleads his case?
When will the Sharptons of the world
With sound and fury say,
That race and ethnic heritage
May not have been at play?

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Caught for Naught

As Cairo into chaos slid,
And Egypt of its leaders rid,
For duty John reported not;
Ensconced was he upon a yacht.
As Foggy Bottom spokesmen claimed
The Secretary had been framed
By claims of sightings on his yacht,
Their fabrications were for naught.
For soon upon the public square
The photo record laid him bare,
As one upon another shot,
Revealed him lounging on his yacht.