OILS WELL THAT ENDS WELL
There was a young lass from Wasilla
who spudded in as a GOP thrilla
but they soon found their musher
was far from a gusher
a dry hole as a Drill-Baby-Drilla
OILS WELL THAT ENDS WELL
There was a young lass from Wasilla
who spudded in as a GOP thrilla
but they soon found their musher
was far from a gusher
a dry hole as a Drill-Baby-Drilla
THE BALLAD OF BARRY BARACK
There once was a Halfro-American boy
his Kenyan father’s glancing blow
and his Mid-West mother’s pride and joy
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Raised where two directions are all you can see
toward the mountains and towards the sea
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And Barry was the white side
and Barack was the black
as handsome as a Tiger
and sharp as a tack
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Went off to Harvard to run the review
and streets of Chicago some real good to do
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A wise young man with a funny old name
America you’ll never be the same
America you’ll never be the same
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He didn’t change all prejudice
but he sure did make a dent
and that is how he got to be
the U.S. President
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THE WINGS BENEATH HIS WIN
Ask not who should Obama thank
but who we should thank for Obama
There are a million threads that make up
the quilt of America’s growing up
You could follow one
back to a university
in Tuskegee Alabama in 1881
to its first teacher Booker T. Washington
who hired George Washington Carver,
who lived to see it become
the home of the Tuskegee airmen
who fought with equal skill
and double courage on
two fronts at once
Their performance and sacrifice
inspiring Harry Truman
on July 26th, 1948 to issue executive
order 9981 directing
equality of treatment and opportunity
in the armed forces
And if those weren’t threads enough
The Tuskegee Song was written in 1902
by Paul Laurence Dundar, classmate
and friend of Orville Wright and
set to the tune of Fair Harvard
We thank thee, we bless thee, we pray for thee years
Imploring with grateful accord
Full fruit for thy striving, time longer to strive
Sweet love and true labor’s reward
Yes indeed Tuskegee, we all thank thee
CHURCH AND STATE
If religion the opiate
politics the placebo
IN SEARCH OF
Cave ab homine unius libri
(beware the man of one book)
Within us and without
there are a million libraries
Do not be too concerned
with departments of homeland insecurities
There are always those
who will know what you have been reading
REPUBLICAN ROULETTE
If you’ve already won the lottery
you might just be tempted to vote
for the ones that will let you keep it
Maybe all the democrats
should vote republican too
just in case their ship comes in
just in case they happen to win
The chances may be getting slimmer
but the rewards are getting bigger
And it would be a shame
if all the advantages of the rich
were not there when they arrived
THE NRA IS RIGHT
They may need those guns
to defend themselves against
those they put in office
ODE TO NERUDA
You have gifted the world with your being
and your words the fruits of your being
You have seen the mother and the lover
in the sea tides rocking rhyme
In the flowers of her hair
in your politics of care
You remind us of the role of all poets
to open and meet the world naked
To perceive the world naked
to receive the world naked
To sing the world naked
naked as your hand