by Donald A. Ranard
(On the Occasion of Jeff Flake’s Senate Speech)
There’s good news
and there’s bad news,
and there’s news that is fake.
But the best news of the week’s news
is news that is Flake.
by Donald A. Ranard
(On the Occasion of Jeff Flake’s Senate Speech)
There’s good news
and there’s bad news,
and there’s news that is fake.
But the best news of the week’s news
is news that is Flake.
by James Hamby
Trump passed his cognitive test,
And that is good,
But one thing, I fear,
Is misunderstood:
We’re not so much worried
About how many words he can retrieve,
But if he can tell the difference
Between what’s real and make-believe.
by Barbara Lydecker Crane
Beyond brisk,
a brutal blast—
Labrador landed
in Boston last week.
I brace my brittle body
against the brunt
of wind abridging
breath. Beneath boots,
sidewalk snow crackles
like broken vertebrae
but icy broomstick legs
brush and shuffle still.
This breakneck day
my bronchial bray:
“Oh, for Brazil!”
by Orel Protopopescu
Please come, save us from racists
and economic voodoo.
The president’s an asshole.
We’re drowning in deep doodoo.
by Donald A. Ranard
I celebrate myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you will assume,
Or, believe me, you will be in big, big, trouble,
Because this nation is in a mess, a very, very big mess,
And I alone can fix it (I have a very high IQ).
My fellow Americans, help me make America great again,
Or I’ll punch you in the face.
America needs to heel—wait, make that heal,
Don’t worry, I know how to spell, I just do it my way,
And I know all the words, all the good words,
My vocabulary is amazing. Unpresidented.
Do I contradict myself? OK, I contradict myself.
I am large—yuuuge!—I inflame multitudes.
No one has bigger crowds than me. Why?
OK, I’ll tell you why. Empathy.
There’s never been anybody more empathetic
(And with a very high IQ). You? You’re pathetic,
Low energy. Sad! Look at me! My doctor goes,
“I’ve never seen anybody like you. You have the lowest
Blood pressure ever, like 100 over something.
You’re like twenty-two (and you have a very high IQ)!”
I tweet my barbaric yawps over the websites of the world.
In the faces of men and women, I see … me!
I love these people, they’re incredible,
You can do anything you want, no sweat,
Grab them by their assets.
by Phil Huffy
You can smoke now, California
Our hats we doff to you
What was it that Sinatra said?
“Doobie Doobie, doo”
But who’d have thought such conduct
would ever be condoned?
As Dylan waxed, poetic,
“Everybody must get stoned”
by Chris O’Carroll
Wave the flag for segregation,
And for slave states that secede.
Bring the federal hammer down on
Any state with legal weed.
by Orel Protopopescu
Some say the bombshell book’s the bug
that caused D. T.’s unraveling—
comparing buttons with a thug,
co-opting truth by caviling.
Roused hordes descend to parse the tweets
that his dejected flesh secretes.
You’ll find more reason in a flea
than in his finger’s random poke.
He is as he has been, will be:
The GOP’s worst party joke—
gift-wrapped, defective from the start
and guaranteed to fall apart.
by Orel Protopopescu
Should old deceivers be forgot
and never brought to mind?
Should we forget the lies we heard
and the truths by tweets maligned?
Illegal votes for Hillary,
phony calls from heads of state,
tax cuts that hurt the president,
he whose falsehoods make us great?
For auld Trump syne, my friends,
for the chicks he never groped,
let’s smash that cup, reality,
for the fools he rope-a-doped.
by Edmund Conti
It’s time, said the Mouth,
For my Christmas vacation.
The Donald went south
And so did the nation.
by Julia Griffin
MARGARET THATCHER’S AVERSION TO PANDAS REVEALED BY DECLASSIFIED PAPERS … Her hostility towards the animals was in stark contrast to her readiness to meet the disgraced ex-president Richard Nixon, despite civil servants warning her off. — The Guardian
Judging by her memoranda,
Margaret Thatcher scorned the panda,
Much preferring Richard Nixon,
Who had fewer flies or ticks on,
And had ever more to do
With bamboozling than bamboo.
by James Hamby
We see you playing golf behind the truck.
With cover-ups, it seems, you have no luck.
by Orel Protopopescu
The president is peevish.
The president is cross.
So now he blames Jeff Sessions
for Alabama’s loss.
What numbskull made him AG
before his term expired?
What loser thought of that one?
For him, two words: “You’re fired!”
by Mae Scanlan
As a dreary year ends
There’s a wee bit of sparkle
And levity, friends;
Her name’s Meghan Markle.
And here’s to the fellow
She’s planning to marry.
He’s cool and he’s mellow;
His name is Prince Harry.
Their humor and flair
Bring a smile to our faces;
In these times of despair
They’re a welcome oasis.
by Timothy Steele
Our planet’s small; the universe is vast.
Yet size is not as simple as it sounds:
The tax bill that the GOP just passed
Shows us that greed and folly know no bounds.