Blackbeard

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Aye here's a man

Plenty were moved to beseech

You didn’t want to meet

On your day at the beach

The Americas were all

Within his Reach

He spilled more Blood

Than a Million Carnivorous Leech

Goes by the Name of Edward Teach

The Royal Land of Britain

Is Where He was Reared

For all Seafarers Very Feared

Soil your Bottom’s

If it’s His Name You Heared

The Long-braided Pirate

Who was known as Blackbeard

Spring Forth Thine Glory




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Why have you forsaken us?

O season of bloom

What manner of transformation 

Do you seek?

Your concealing actions

In these cloud swept skies

Speaks to deception my Lord

As your humble servant

I beg of you

To please return 

To your former constitution

Which bringeth not only I

But the beasts of burden 

And all the buzzing creatures

Plus the wondrous soaring birds

Swooping in like rabble-rousers 

To a long lost love!

Happiness!

Hear our cries

O season of hope

And bring forth your glory

Your Manifest Destiny

To bring life and sustenance

To us all




Barry Bonds

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Barry Bonds 

Witchhunt cons

Sold out tickets 

Make owners fond 

Money bags 

Pennant flags

Baseball's back

On Sports Illustrated mags 

Homerun chase

Time to contemplate

Adoring fans 

Now say 

Your a National Disgrace

Commissioner too

Crying the Public Boo-Hoo 

Used the breaking of Aaron's record 

To advertise the brew

No more dough 

Let's dull the glow

On this sordid 

Major League Baseball 

On steroids 

Hypocrites Sideshow

MAGA despises undocumented immigrants

Free agents? 

Lickety-split! They'll sign Sadahuru Oh!


They called him Chubby

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They called him Chubby

Though he was sleek and fast

His verbal jousting
Never ran out of gas

He played all sports
And played them extremely well

You’d swear
As he kept on taunting you

That his head did actually swell!

Dearest brother and I

Would practice morning noon and night
To the break of dawn

Until the moonlit night

For that one day
When we could say

We’d won!

Never let him forget
Our glorious day in the sun

Sometimes in Life

You need someone
To give you the get-up and go

It can make the difference
Between Also-ran and
All-Pro

Copyright © Donald Reith | Year Posted 2012

Bare The Dancing Bears

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Corruption and Deception

Are a flirtatious pair

Public or Private

Is their nom-de-guerre

They dance in cohesion

In all seasons

Keep your eyes transfixed

On the Dancing Bears!

As their growth increases

With each flamboyant step

Up the economic stairs

The Ballad of Income Inequality

Plays louder!

As they divy up the shares

The Social and the Political

Class Culture

Is entranced in

The Entertainment and Legislator? Stars

And Billionaire Affair!

Look at me!

The ascendant politician or celebrity!

Actors are a dime a dozen

Yet are consistently treated as if producing a mystical artistry

Why must I perpetually be forced to idealize mundane mediocrity?

Advertised incessantly via old media television and print/internet gossipy

Pretend these prating pusillanimous non-legislators and artists own the creative prize?

Laugh when the joke is not funny!

At your days at gallivanting grifting play!

Propagandizing political posterity with banal illusory vulgarity!

Performing to a village of idiots!

Under the neoliberal un-quantified economic faux sunlight

General Custer

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Read a Book

About A General named Custer

Thought of Fighting Indians from Night 

Until Muster

Pompous and Ambitious 

He was filled with Bluster 
Little Did He Know

In A Dream 

 
His Men Were Seen 

By Sitting Bull

The Great Indian Cheif
Of The Teton Sioux 

Attacked by Crazy Horse

And Slaughtered 


At The Little BigHorn

General Custer's Massacre 

Doomed the Indians 

As They were Met With 

American’s Eternal Scorn

And Thus Was A New Nation Born

Amongst The Rotting Corpses 

Of Union troops and the Native forlorn