Posted in poetry, politics

Morning Doggerel

This is the way the world ends,
With the good ole boys all a-grin,
High on the meth of owning the libs,
Hoisting the standard of ignorance,
Locked and loaded with hollow points,
Charging the ramparts of decency.
Posted in poetry, politics


So I’m supposed to be grateful
That Pelosi is old-school cagey,
A McConnell in a dress,
Headmistress of a house of mirrors
In which nothing is somehow
Everything, a political masterpiece
Of feints and delay.