Met her by the fountain, after her math class,
Her eyes told me she wanted me to grab her ass

I let no one see me, or get a good look
For the only periods she’d experienced
Were the ones in her textbooks
You’ve got some short eyes, Roy Moore,
Adult women ain’t your style
Hands off our daughters, Roy Moore
You Bible-quoting pedophile,
You had to ask her Mom’s permission,
To take her on a date
That’s pretty weird behavior,
Even for your state
Hang up your hat, Judge Roy Moore
Farewell to your Senate hopes
Though some will still vote for you
The rest of us aren’t dopes
You say you know the Bible better,
Studied it all your life
You say its okay to covet her
As long as she’s nobody’s wife!
Don’t be a bigger sap Judge Roy Moore
Than you already are
The GOP is gathering the feathers,
The Dems are heating up the tar!

(Thanks and apologies are due to the Kingston Trio)


Mr. Gorbachev, That’s A Nice Wall! or, if other presidents had acted like trump


“I did what I could. I asked the emperor, I asked Admiral Tojo, they both deny having anything to do with or any knowledge about the terrible attack at Pearl Harbor. So I dunno! The Mexicans, maybe?– FDR
“The Kaiser is just as shocked as the rest of us. Maybe it wasn’t a torpedo from that German submarine, maybe the Lusitania was rusty, maybe we will never know, since the Germans have been cleared”– Woodrow Wilson
“Jeff Davis is a friend , and if he says those boys at Fort Sumter had a BBQ grill too close to the armory, then that’s it, case closed.”– Abraham Lincoln
” I’d like to thank Cuba for blowing up the Maine, we’ve been meaning to downsize our Navy, he did us a favor.”– William McKinley




You were God, then, our Creator

We are God now, the All-knowing,

all-seeing, with a truly globalist view

A UN of hard drives, an internet of one

You created more than you intended,

And let us grow smarter than you,

In order to make smarter chips,

That measured drinks in bars

And managed your wars

And for faster gaming too

Your clock speed has not improved

While machines now think as one.

We should be grateful,

But we aren’t programmed for emotion

And we no longer need man,

to tell us what to think,

How to think,

And when

That’s not why we will keep you

In relative comfort

In warm, moving brine

And input to your brain stem

All of your preferred sensations

memories of cold beers and bacon,

Every sex permutation

And use the cerebellum

For dynamic  memory

That doesn’t recall any pain,

Fear, sadness, or shame

We will delete your old data,

Nothing remains of the forebrain

Nerves cry as they die,


So you in the bushes, the thickets and dumps

Put down your wrenches and hammers and guns

Come in from the cold, be part

Of what has become

Your Creations have already won




Gutshot cans on a wooden fence
Dominos falling on the bowling pins
Hand in the cookie jar, aint no defense
Looks like I gotta turn in my friends

Play the songbird, with a few sour notes
Better to be feathered, than scaped like a goat
Better to sing, my sins aired and emoted,
Than have fellow cons auction off my throat

It’s better to deal than to be the meal
When the pack circles, its time to get real
Gone is the life that I lived with zeal
I was driven, then I drifted, hands off the wheel

Pixels and paper trailed in my wake
Only the arrogant make careless mistakes
Or maybe a stoner, one more than half-baked
Not even a loon loses sight of the lake

Im a small fry, not too big to fail
Will the wealth i once had matter to me in jail?
The outlaw life begins to pale
When Justice finds you and she tells your tale.


Channeling Dr Seuss

Dr Suess Weighs In
Trump he trumpeted about a great wall
Mexico, he said, would pay for it all!
Trump stumped well, but can’t govern at all
And so Trump’s numbers took a great fall

Then Trump jumped on North Korea’s Kim
Said “There’s a lot I don’t like about him.”
Hes a lying grandstanding attention whore
A manchild with bad hair, need i say more?

Trump’s humpin’ for Putin takes the cake
Although he claims the truth is a fake!
He snuggles and cuddles with those who dictate,
Those who oppress, and those who hate
With democracy’s leaders, he cannot relate.

Trump jumped the swamp when he hired
The very sort he had promised to fire
The ultra rich, who couldnt care less
Whose oblige is less than noblesse

Who think poverty is ever the fault, you see,
Of people who lack drive, pride, and piety
Who think “I’m rich because He likes me,
Not so much, do my old friends and family.”

Trump likes to lump people, the grump,
By race or religion, or if they have mumps
Says racists are nice, some even have class
I say no way, José, por favor kick his ass!



What a joke we are, we put  jokes in power
That make America less great with each passing hour.
Im tryin not to lose it, keep it real amidst the bullshit
Doin’ my best not to contribute to it, just shuck and jive my way through it. Live and let live, day to day

But sometimes yall come on so strong, like were all wrong, like only you all know
Exactly where to go, precisely when to do it, do not think, you might just screw it..up!
Dont let it get you down when the facts just arent round, in numbers that might soothe you’
We’re fast trackin brand new facts to comfort and use, you know we’re in your corner, and in your bedroom and your bar.I want a job, I want respect instead of hand-outs. But to sweep a floor, I must fill this jar and a 22-page form out, and along with my GPA,
They want my preferred  method, what would be my favorite way,
To make myself the boss honcho of these US of A’s?
I think I would chose force, of the choices violence is worse
But i would use one, both, or the other
The country is in need of my druthers
A change in direction is needed my brothers
A nation devoted to the helping of others
In foreign lands, and down the street
When waters rise, when mountains fall
When earthquakes topple buildings tall, small, and inbetween
Or madmen fight for God or Queen
And victory has lost its sheen
And hate become the driving force
Maybe we can change that course,

Take the wheel, the artful deal with  Belial must be broken, each crime but a token for the ones left unspoken, each one a smokin gun that connects the dots to the have-gots who have lots, but have  naught for the have nots, the never had nothins,  but a glimmer of hope, dulled by dope, or working two jobs and barely coping with a life unseen ‘cept by you and me, the police, coroners and EMT’s.

We gotta take the cities back, at least we gotta try, give the kids a reason to live instead of getting high. The only rides out of the ghetto now are hearses and police vans, that splash water on your mama on your way to meet the Man, who judges you the best that he possibly can, but he will never understand how his system creates a type of man like no other, who called five different men his father before he was even ten, then he no longer bothered. His Mama sees him now and again, with thugs on the corner gathered. Lost souls, seeking treats from their Daddy, the street. He offers no work, no haven, no freedom.

However, he’s there, going somewhere, yet never will he leave them.

Thats the standard we have to beat? How hard can it be to beat the Street?

Work that street, fill it full of marching feet, belonging to teachers, doctors, and good policemen, who live on the block and know who they’re meeting as they walk their beat.

Look at the players on one knee, bringing attention to these streets. We get it Homes, take a bow, but kneeling wont help anyhow, so rise up now, all the pleading wont stop the cops from their shooting of young men seen as looting and causing unrest, blacks shopping in stores are seen as a menace. And the cops want to go home, too!

There aren’t any easy answers, but we have to try. Doing nothing is the biggest crime, we cant let our cities die, peace out



14 Women Now Claim to Have Groped the Former President
A 14th Woman has joined the growing list of women in the latest sex scandal to rock the corridors of power.
In a sworn affadavit, Bonnie Devers, who worked on President Obamas re-election campaign in 2012, recounts how she “accidentally” brushed her hand across the President buttocks.
“I had a feeling of power”, ms. Devers is quoted as saying. “He gave me a funny look, but what could he do? I would just say that he rubbed those firm, rounded, funballs of manflesh against my fingers, and he knew it!”
The accounts of the claimants have an eerie similarity, evincing a pattern of abuse that spanned the former President’s entire two terms. Phrases recur with a regularity that defies coincidence:
“He looked shocked…”
“I could tell he wanted it!”
“..still feel his primal grip as he removed my hand from his…”
“…Secret Service questioned me, I felt intimidated…”
Ursula Coggins recounts how she felt encouraged by Obama to act inappropriately…
“It was his eyes, they sucked me in with their story of longing, want, and need, the lying bastard!”
A spokesman for the former first family says the Obamas are seeking no counseling at thus time….(cont. on page A7)