The senators all mobilized (by “mobilized”, I mean
They were “praying for Orlando”, and they wanted to be seen)
Yes, the dead were “in my thoughts and prayers”—the right response, because
Doing anything about it would require changing laws. [Read more…]
They’re gonna count the Aussies
It’s a census, by design—
First they’ll write it up in English
Then translate it into ‘Strine [Read more…]
A drank a lot of coffee
And I really need to pee
But the people waving placards
Make it difficult for me [Read more…]
I just wrote a post–
An Earth Day post–
It wasn’t the least; it wasn’t the most
It wasn’t the strangest this network would host
Just an Earth Day post, in rhyme.
I clicked on “submit”
It didn’t do shit
This wasn’t the first time, I have to admit
It wasn’t, but still, it disturbed me a bit
And it bothered me more, this time. [Read more…]
The apocalypse is coming! All the scientists agree!
And it won’t be caused by Jesus; it’s the fault of you and me!
As we stomp our carbon footprints, and we foul the fetid air
The apocalypse is coming… but we mostly do not care. [Read more…]
I am one of the most privileged people I know. I have the privilege of looking at the election’s issues in the abstract; issues are often abstract to people in my fortunate position. No one is systematically killing people who look like me; cops’ eyes glide right off of me as I shop; my permanent birth control was simple and covered by insurance; nobody protests anything I do. It’s like I’m invisible–no, it’s like I’m protected by an invisible bodyguard of privilege. [Read more…]
I know a thing or two about writing a lot of topical rhyming verse on deadline. Roy Zimmerman is taking it a step further and adding music; his newsletter today (what? You aren’t already receiving it? Sign up!) announces the beginnings of a Song of the Week for each week between now and the general election–34 new songs, 34 new videos by November 8! Below the fold, his first one, taking a quick look at how the GOP judiciary committee is “letting the people decide”. [Read more…]
Now the Granite State has seen a
Final ad from Fiorina
And they’ve said goodbye to Bush
And Cruz and Trump.
Kasich, Rubio and Christie
Fail to leave the state all misty
(As for them, they cannot wait
To leave this dump.) [Read more…]
If a baby doesn’t see it
It’s as if it never was—
It just vanishes, enveloped
By confusing, blooming buzz
There’s no trace of it remembered
So it never will be missed—
If a baby doesn’t see it
Then that thing does not exist [Read more…]
As I sit here, just off the coast of Maine, I see politicians, minions, reporters and spin-doctors scurrying around the state of New Hampshire, kissing babies, shaking hands, eating lobster rolls and pancakes, and generally tying up traffic. Having already asked questions of the republicans, I now set my sights on the democrats, and a little bit more seriously (and not in verse, sorry). [Read more…]