OBAMA (a victory poem of sorts)

Only those who believe In their dreams of dark nights Can the laurel of victory receive. … Bring out the drums And beat a tune for our legs, Rhythm to bring to life our fat bums. Ahh, sweet verdict Of eagerly thumbing thumbs! Where are those that did failure predict? Mitt is muffled, The Oval… Continue reading OBAMA (a victory poem of sorts)


They come again to spit their words, Our self-crowned Lords. What have we not heard? Are we not the gullible herd? Their words flow like rain Only to flow into the drain. In colors of rainbow they paint A blissful tomorrow with no taint. And with words that tease our hopes, They push us down… Continue reading POLITRICKS