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The Mendacious Jester
Lets untruths fester
To put on his political plays
His gilded tongue
Roams loose among
The Ignorables
Who long for
Yesterday
His billionaire manufactured skits
Puttin’ On The Ritz
Are theatrical and receive
Lots of puppet praise
With outrageous aplomb
He nears closer to the bomb
Whilst the cheering throngs
Ready Democracy’s grave

The Republicans remind me of The Wizard of Oz
Using Scare Tactics with Bullhorns
To strengthen their cause
Gloom and Doom
Fill the Room
In their practiced Anti-Middle Class shtick
If it was up to them
There’d be no Tinman
Cowardly Lion
Nor Scarecrow
In the Flick
“No more Taxes for the Rich and Corporations”
Is the message that they pitch
Their greed does more harm to us all
Than the Monkeys of the Wicked Witch
You were not elected
Just to care
For those who drive Mercedes and DeSoto’s
How’s about someone looking out
For the Dorothy’s and Toto’s?

Indefatigable am I!
From the wretched dilapidated tenements to the soiled manicured banks of the Versailles
Hear my cry!
Left to their own devices the gilded wage masters will not comply
Doth not their protestations for my benevolence in pursuit of profits their intentions belie?
Consuming the political necessities for which my consignment to labor citizen couldn’t buy?
Must you have all the pie and I to barely survive?
Anguished prayers to the heavens steadfastly grasped until the guttural sigh
I shalt no more ask why
But I shall fight
Fight
Fight!
Until I die
Let us be tasked
Evermore
In the noble mode
Of the warrior’s code
To the poor and workers plight


Feelings change Thoughts evolve Questions remain Problems solve Time leaves one certainty As it revolves You'll be the One Who is Involved
Copyright © Donald Reith

The husband is the King
According to the Bible
Without Adam’s rib
Would women be viable?
I am certain Jonas pondered
This exact same theme
On his travails
After eschewing his wife’s advice
And ending up
Marooned
Unpliable!
Inside the Whale’s entrails
The moral of the Ancient tale?
Before setting sail
Check the gale


My dog ate my homework
He doesn't know what he's done
He's forced me to defend myself
With what is essentially a pun
I asked him why'd he do it
He started licking his butt
It angered me more
This non-explanation
For my rut
I yelled at him fiercely
Coupled with a mean stare
He cocked up his leg
And peed on the chair
I asked him
Hadn't I always given him?
Chicken soup for the soul
He barked at me once
Then pushed forward his bowl
I told him
This was unacceptable behavior
And I would put away
Forever!
His leash with "Sparky"
Monikered strap
He jumped up on my sofa
Undeterred
And settled in snuggily for
His mid-morning nap

My sons eyes opened wide
When I pulled on the slide
On the airplanes
Opening door partition
I had took the time
Without being sublime
To explain the Reith Family's
Thanksgiving tradition
Maybe he had thought it pure jest
His bulging eyes processed
As his parachute opened
His twisting face wore a look of derision
His body had spun
His look registered stunned!
Like this was some kind of
Unreasonable decision?
It was expected of the youngest born
Before Thanksgiving morn
To bring back from the nearest forest
A bird
After a mighty and fierce war
With piles of blood spilled
Galore!
He put on a look
That I mistook
As if my demands
Are patently absurd
After the last desperate howl
Of the game but defeated fowl
He would drag the beast back
To where we were currently living
And as hard as he was able
Slam it down!
On the dinner table
And holler loudly
For all to hear!
To All!
A Happy Thanksgiving!

Close your eyes
And you will find
Consciousness reigns
Inside the mind
The Physical world
Has many laws
You trump them all
When you ask
Because?
A computer can computate
Different algorithms
But it simply can't
Make improvised complex decisions
The Universe resides
In your own mind
Find the Light
And you will shine