Political Poems

Here are a few of my political poems…

One can easily imagine Eric Cantor, the Tea Party’s man in the House, singing this karaoke in the style of Frank Sinatra…

They’ll Do It My Way

And now, though defaults loom,
I hold one steadfast notion;
It’s that, tax hikes mean doom,
To this I swear, my full devotion;
For me, negotiate,
A lesser rich folks exalted payday;
That game, I’ll never play,
They’ll do it my way.

Some doubts, others may hold,
But doubt for me, a lib trait silly;
I’m sold, deep in the mold,
That says to help, the poor’s too frilly;
Today, I man the gate,
I need not make, just compromises;
The base I gotta sate,
Don’t like surprises.

For what is a pol, what’s his to sell,
That keeps him feeding at the well?
You spending tweeze, Tea Party please,
Debt limit freeze, Obama squeeze;
It hits the wall, his numbers fall,
They’ll do it my way.

*******

Not so long ago, when some progressives dared express public disappointment about President Obama’s governance, the White House labeled these complainers  “sanctimonious.” This may have been a mistake…

Revenge Of The Sanctimonious

Our president’s rap was euphonious,
With us he appeared quite harmonious,
Now he rails we’re sanctimonious,
Seems pleased to be verbally stonin’ us.

Soon again he’ll be seeking our backing,
To prevent an election time sacking,
He’ll try tacking with left-sounding quacking,
Be surprised when our backing is lacking.

*******

Progressives At The Bat

It looked extremely rocky for progressives in D.C.
The folks they’d long depended on to others bent a knee
The White House rarely answered calls, the Senate had been cowed
Tea party members ran the House, “We’ll make the rules,” they vowed.

But out there where the Beltway gang is rarely ever seen
In countless places o’er the land where the living had gone mean
The days of settling for a phrase, for promises unmet
A spirit craving real change, these bad times did beget.

It flared up in Wisconsin, first with protests then recalls
In inner cities gone to seed, in PA union halls
Workers lacking any pay boosts as their bosses comps got waxed
Saw their benefits get chopped up, while the rich were under-taxed.

Yes, in our nation’s capital they still ain’t yet caught on
They still to Wall Street genuflect, buy the right’s self-serving yarn
They don’t sense the awakening, ain’t twigged to where it’s at
That progressives next election day will swing the big vote bat.

*****

 

A water carrier was the hero of Kipling’s poem, ‘Gunga Din.’ These days Fed Chairman Ben Bernanke has been carrying the water for Wall Streeters. Here, then, I offer this Kipling knockoff— Gunga Ben.

Gunga Ben

You may praise free market’s power
With stocks in endless flower
And home prices looking like they’ll never top;
But comes the sound of crashing
There’s just one place you’ll be looking
And a’begging for the horrid drop to stop.

Sure you spend your working time
In that well-paid Wall Street clime
Claimin’ you’re a master of the universe;
And the crew you bring together
Swears you need no outside fetter
‘Til your arrogance brings down that crashing curse.

Then its “Ben! Ben! Ben!
We need a huge Fed handout once again;”
Though all others he’s ignorin’
For you guys Ben is adorin’
Always saving The Street’s bacon, Gunga Ben.

********

 

With one, and maybe both 2012 presidential candidates shooting for billion dollar war chests, a certain kind of campaign characters become ever more important. The Bundlers.

The Bundlers

With TV ads they bloat us,
At election time for POTUS,
And to buy these aired infusions,
They need hefty contributions.

The efficient way to get them,
Ain’t via piddling dribbles,
Instead they turn to bundlers
Who can package bigger nibbles.

A bundler taps his work mates.
His friends for these cash packets,
These givers almost always are
In upper income brackets.

A bundler’s motives may be pure,
For the publc good he’s caring,
But down the road should he need help,
Well…
He’ll get a friendly hearing.

*******

 

Shared Sacrifice — American Style

There’s a clear need now for sacrifice
To advance a greater good;
It’s not a pleasant prospect
But this need’s well understood.

The poor will make this sacrifice,
They’ll feel its pain and cuss;
While the rich assure each other
That the greater good — is us.

*******

 

A Haiku Review Of The 2011 Political Season

When it becomes clear
You’re a failing president
Blame your supporters

Though he’s very smart
Newt speaks far too much and ends
With both feet in mouth

Harken to Romney
Pay close attention and hear
The sound of silence

The Texas model
Lots and lots of low wage jobs
Perry populism

Wonder what still thrives
In this dour economy
Wall street bonuses

Tax cuts for the rich
Why will new ones create jobs
When old ones didn’t

Governments spend less
Consumers, businesses, too
So who will spend more

Congress in recess
Nothing’s done in Washington
So what else is new

Both parties now claim
The other lacks new ideas
Perhaps both are right

Tell the analyst
Who sees no ‘double dip’ to
Commit sepuku

What about all the
Unindicted market crooks
Who won’t go to jail

Globalization
Seemed like a good idea but
So did the Edsel

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3 thoughts on “Political Poems

  1. Great work Mike! Kay warned me your next project would be even better, and it is. I look forward to seeing your progress. Blog, twitter, email, facebook, newsletters, looks like that is the new marketing landscape. I have promised myself to market this year, so I’m looking to you for inspiration!
    L-

  2. MIKE YOU HAVE USED WORDS LIKE “EDUCATED MIDDLE CLASS”. WE CAN’T FIND MIDDLE GROUND LET ALONE MIDDLE CLASS. MOST REPUBLICANS HOLD ONTO THEIR MONEY LIKE MICHAEL JACKSON GRABBED HIS CROTCH! THE RIGHT CAN’T AGREE WITH THE LEFT AND EVERY BODY PART HAS A HIDDEN AGENDA. THE TEA PARTY KEEPS THEIR PINKY OUT WHILE BREWING AND POURING OUT INANE STATEMENTS. THEY NEED TO DRINK DECAFF AND MELLOW OR SWALLOW THEIR OWN GUNGA DIN!! WHERE WERE THEY WHEN BUSH WAS OVERGROWN AND NEEDED TRIMMING?
    SINCE OBAMA TOOK OFFICE, ELECTRONIC MEDIA HAS FLOWED AT AN EXPLOSIVE RATE. THE SOUNDS OF THE SILENCED BROKE FREE.
    THE POLITICAL ARENA IS A STAGE WHERE EVERYONE WHO IS ANYONE FEEDS OFF OF FRENZY. THE MANIA ENDS WITH A BURP!
    YOUR WRITING HAS INSPIRED ME TO GET BACK INTO MINE. THANK YOU MIKE.

  3. OUR AMERICAN DREAM

    Let’s all thank our fearless leaders for all that they don’t do.
    Wonder what they’re doing now?
    I’m sure it’s nothing new. And let’s all thank the bankers, yes and wall street as well.
    Yes let’s give them all a great big thanks, for making our lives hell.
    And let’s all give credit where so much credit is due.
    And not forget to thank our congress, for the absolute nothing that they do.
    In the golden days they’d have stormed that castle,
    maybe a few beheadings, yes be rid of their hassle.
    But were not like them, no it’s heaven that we need, they can have all their money.
    Bury themselves in their greed.
    Let’s rid ourselves of all these liars. Don’t need any violence, don’t need any fires.
    Let us finally rid ourselves, of all those who try to rule.
    Seems between the whole lot of them, there is not one who’s not a fool.
    So let’s just thank them all, for all they haven’t done.
    With their services no longer needed, it’s time to end their fun.
    It’s finally time we took control. It’s finally time we played our role.
    Let’s just say goodbye to this crooked regime.
    And say a long awaited hello to our great American dream.

    “Pallanes”

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