Outside the House on Humbug Hill
thankful throngs digest the pill;
applauding democratic choice,
ecstatic to have found their voice.
A flock of fedifragous fools
within the walls have set the rules:
"We must employ our Teflon tricks,
and make damned sure that nothing sticks."
The poker game is underway
and all the best have come to play.
The tactics of these changeling chumps--
"Throw in your hand, and come up Trumps."
The faithful know what they must do--
be trusting of The Chosen Few.
Assimilate alternate facts;
close borders, and then lower tax.
Have faith in Jesus, buy a gun;
keep the sheeples on the run.
Salute the flag, don't bend a knee--
how else to keep the country free?
Alas, what if their new Messiah
is nothing but a bald-faced liar?
He wouldn't be the first or last;
to see the future, know the past.
Why trust the powerful and rich,
or buy their patriotic pitch?
There's one thing that's as clear as day--
the deck is stacked, but who will pay?
The excess of the Moet crew
won't ever trickle down to you.
It's time to really raise the stakes
And cut the av'rage Joe some breaks.
Devise a game where all can win;
compassion is no mortal sin.
My gain does not require your loss-
just who made greed and envy boss?
Is it not time to stop the rot
and form an ever-growing pot?
To recognize there's just one race--
together, all can play the Ace.
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Author Notes
Today's word:
fedifragous (adj.) Promise-breaking.
My much-treasured Christmas present for 2017 is a book by Paul Anthony Jones: "The cabinet of linguistic curiosities". Each page contains a descriptive story about some obscure or archaic word. It occurred to me it would be a fun exercise to try and write, each day, a poem featuring the "word of the day" from the book.
Thanks for reading.
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