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Why did the vet
Disregard the elephant
In the House?
vet: noun form of vetting
I'm just a citizen with no names to mention
no one is to blame for the hate and the tension
measuring success by how the other falls
he's got the world by the *****

snowflakes, cupcakes, makes me cold and hungry
no one is to blame for the **** of the money
success is measured by your picture on the walls
he's got the world by the *****
…out of the mouths of Babes...

Everything comes to those who wait.
Even a worm will turn.
If wealth is lost, nothing is lost. If health is lost, something is lost.
     If character is lost, all is lost.
If knowledge is power, how did he become POTUS?
Love of money is the root of all kinds of evil.
Tell me who your friends are, and I'll tell you who you are.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
There is no shame in not knowing; the shame is in not finding out.
A penny for his thoughts is price fixing.
As you make your bed, so must you lie in it. Don't wash your *****
     sheets in public.
Empty vessels make the most noise.
Every man has his price.
People who live in glass houses should keep their pants up.
Shrouds have no pockets.
The Devil looks after his own.
To err is human, to forgive... Meh!
What goes up must come down.
You are what you eat (hambuglers?)
Let the punishment fit the crime.
It is better to smarter than you appear, than to appear smarter
     than you are.
If you lie down with the dogs, you get up with the fleas.
Money earned by deceit, goes by deceit.
Open confession is good for the soul.
Patience is a virtue.
Behind every great man, there is a woman being paid off.
Ask my companions if I be a thief.
All roads lead to imprisonment.
If a job is worth doing, it's worth doing well.
The big apple is rotten to the Corps (a soldier's lament)
A journey of a lifetime begins with a subpoena.
The chain of command is only as strong as its weakest ****.
He who pays the ******, rents the room.
It takes a hundred lies to cover one lie.
It's hard to juggle sand.
**** the chicken to scare the monkey.
Like father, like son.
No man can serve two masters.
One may as well be hanged for sheep as well as lamb.
Nothing is certain but death and Tax Returns.
No rest for the wicked.
Russians make strange bedfellows.
Give a man enough tie and he'll hang himself.
Fences make bad politics.
Little things please little minds.
Fish always stink from the head downwards.
From the sublime to the ridiculous is only two questions:
     What did you know? When did you know it?
The truth will out.
The longest day must have an end.
Pride comes before the fall (so do a lot of other deadly sins)
Put your money where my mouth is (S.D.)

     Red tie at night. Donny's delight.
     Red tie at morning. Stormy gives warning.

Seek and ye shall find.
Speak as you find.
Out of sight. Out of mind.
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Dear Cheeto Man
You came into my life the way a blimp comes into a person’s line of vision.
At first you were a speck in the distance.
But time revealed you to be a gigantic object which would move eventually to cover the sun.
My abuela never saw you as a speck in the distance though.
She recognized you.
It was bone deep, her recognition of you.  
I’ll forever remember and regret
The way I brushed the warnings aside and categorized them under
‘Things from another time’.
‘Ese hombre quiere deportar todos los Mexicanos’
‘No Grandma, no one can do that’.
‘Ese hombre feo tiene coraje en su corazon. Que vamos hacer si el es Presidente?’
‘Grandma,relax. There’s no way.’
My grandmother’s fear, I told myself, was irrational.
It was a relic from a time of monsters.
I didn’t realize that I was asleep in the belly of the beast.

Dear Cheeto Man,
You have unearthed something **** that had been rotting underground for years.  
You dug it up and placed it in the middle of our lives with no apology.  
And we have, each of us, had to find a way to deal with the smell of it.
Because it was easy to dismiss racism when I believed it was made of bones,
But impossible once I saw its flesh marching in the streets.
It was easy to say the words ‘agree to disagree’  
Until that disagreement became rooted in my oppression and the oppression of my friends.

Dear Cheeto Man,
You are the ***** in the earth that appears in every disaster movie,
That grows wider and wider until the family has to jump to one side or the other to avoid being engulfed.
And now I'm gazing across to the ones who picked the other side
And wondering how on earth we could build a bridge long or strong enough to reach them.  
You are an ultimatum.  
You are the line drawn in the sand.  
You, as a person, don’t even really matter anymore.  
Your flesh has turned to stone and now you are a symbol.  

Dear Cheeto Man,
To make you into a caricature based on an edible orange snack helps us to imagine
That like a batman villain or Biff Tannen, you are a formidable but temporary fixture
In the story of our lives.  
Those around you, however, are less easy to digest.  
These wolves who have lived among us for so long
Quietly but deliberately pulling at the strings of the tapestry we have labored over
For decades and even centuries
Frighten me more than you.

Dear Cheeto Man,
In a strange way I am grateful to you for unearthing the undead thing.
You have woken up a generation who will forever be  
Constantly vigilant.
The way my abuela has been all her life.
Francie Lynch Dec 2018
You know Comey and Spicer,
Sessions and Tillerson,
Priebus and Haley,
Flynn and Bannon,
But try not to recall
The most infamous POTUS of all:

Donald the orange-skinned POTUS
Has a Pinocchio nose,
And everytime he speaks out,
You literally see it grow.
All of his well-placed minions,
And millions that can't be named,
Try to protect the Donald,
But only expose their shame.

Then one sunny DC Day
SC Mueller  says:
Donald with your team in flight,
Your term in office is finite

Then how his minions left him,
And they shouted silently;
Donald, you long-nosed politico,
You're a blip in history
Sad to destroy such a beautiful children's song with such a horrific adult song.
Marcie47 Nov 2018
Orange hair.
Orange skin.
Grown up, Tin Tin.
Living in Australia, the poem basically is what I see!
Hope I don't offend anyone!!!!
Francie Lynch Nov 2018
Sticks and stones will break our bones,
But those words are surely killing us.

Words of repression, hate and scorn,
Roiling words that slash and burn.

Throw a stone, wield a stick,
Don't use those words that rile the sick;
The haughty right that smile then sneer,
That march with torches, emitting no light;
Saluting with an arm out tight.

Sticks and stones will break our bones,
But words are surely killing us.
Francie Lynch Oct 2018
He's pulled the wool over our eyes,
But there's a thread I can yank;
The fabric will unravel;
We will see again.
Francie Lynch Jul 2018
The hair is almost normalized,
The hands we hardly notice,
Real news is, with my ensemble,
A red tie splashes well.
I bear your false witness,
The hookers and the lies,
I'd get the heebie-jeebies,
If I ****** with the FBI.

But the skin, the skin,
What color's that,
That hides the blackness found within.
That wraps a frame that wracks the sane,
And covers a skull with dubious brains.
It conceals the bloated air,
From lungs to lips,
From bowels to his finger tips.
It doesn't matter how his fits,
It can't conceal he's full of ****.
Francie Lynch Jul 2018
Classical Trumpism: Judas makes a strong and powerful betrayal.

Neo-Classical-Trumpism: Adolph is a good friend of mine. He makes a strong
                           and powerful argument regarding purity.

Contemporary Trumpism: I love and trust my little buddy, Kim.

Modern Trumpism: Vlad, whom I trust with my marriage, makes a
                                   reel strong and powerful argument.

Trumpism:  Sad, Sad, Sad. Witch hunt. There was no collusion.

Neo-Trumpism: Crooked Malia and Sasha are to blame for the
                            collusion with Canada, Mexico and South America
If there are neo-nazis, there will be neo-trumps.
And the spelling of reel is what I intended.
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