I could not resist one more petulant political poem. Hope you see brighter days ahead! Thanks for coming by to read.
They’ve stolen all I have from me,
They’ve pulled the rug below.
They’ve cheated most contemptibly,
Outrageously, my foe.
Conspired, this league of pedophiles,
To steal my lofty crown,
And all at once, my gold-encrusted
Fort comes tumbling down.
I will not stand for this, I won’t!
I state this with conviction.
I will not leave. Do not deceive
Yourselves: just try eviction.
What is this noise I hear, this cry?
What crowds swarm in the streets?
What fireworks, what honking horns,
What joy meets my defeat?
It’s just a ruse. A dirty trick.
I’ll set my lawyers on it.
They’ll sue their pants off, make it stick.
You can depend upon it.
Meanwhile, I’ll golf, and craft my plan.
I’ll tweet how wronged I’ve been.
For on these shores, it takes more
Than majorities, to win!
Elections, rigged, and votes, suppressed:
I’m holding fast the line.
Meanwhile, that villain goes to Mass,
And kneels for bread and wine.
And steals what isn’t mine.
Copyright 2020 Andrea LeDew
Now that it is sixty days or so until Inauguration Day, take a look at my collected poems on the political landscape at Sixty Days.
And for a lesson in manners, and a reminder to shop local this Small Business Saturday (November 28, 2020) read Thank You: It’s Only Polite.