A 'golden shovel' poem Come elections, they fuss like babies on buses; Cajole their flocks: Let's turn back the clocks! Snobbishly focused solely 'pon their own jobs; Self-styled leaders smooch every small child; Scores of whores hired for unsavory chores; No lack of hacks begging: O, take me back! Lies, pleas, promises (worthless) issue forth… Continue reading Representation, or: In summation
It's natural for thinking people to doubt what politicians say; and, to an extent, I don't even blame them for lying and stretching the truth for votes because that is, sadly, how elections are won. The reality is simple: most people vote with their guts and don't follow politics closely. Our politicians know this well.… Continue reading Netanyahu’s blatant, cynical lies
A Senryū restraint never plays pretense potently persuades freedom|s naked lie Senryū? Senryū are similar to haiku in construction: three lines with 17 syllables. They tend to be about human foibles while haiku tend to be about nature and are often cynical or darkly humorous, while haiku are more serious.
My first Clogyrnach Once again, we head to the polls; Each pol drags the rest through the coals; Our PM’s on trial; Likud’s in de Nile; We taste bile In our souls This is our fourth(!) vote in two years, Not that our top leadership cares; Clinging to power, While voters here sour And glower… Continue reading Netanyahu, or: Not