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Vic Miller May 2019
He lived at the top of Trump Tower,
And reveled at the extent of his power.
   To demonstrate strength
   He extended the length
Of government's funding one hour!
Vic Miller May 2019
There was a young lass from Bermuda
Who maintained that no man could delude her.
   But she had these two friends who
   Had a superb pas de deux
And she persuaded them both to include her!
Vic Miller Sep 2018
The Founders declared it was just this,
And they did it with clearly a purpose--
   A judge is an umpire
  The Supreme Court should look higher.
And so, each of them is called Justice.
Vic Miller Jul 2018
Why couldn’t the snake reproduce--initially?
   Complicated.
First, her egg tried to cross the road.
   “Restless egg syndrome” was the medical diagnosis.
It rolled halfway across,
   Colliding with a politician
Looking for the median voter.
    Fruitless.

The egg was severely damaged, but they got it
    To the Shell service station.
No one cracked a yolk.
At the end though, multiplication was impossible.
    The snake was seen to be an adder.
A reptile dysfunction, they said.

But then LL Bean delivered their log table…

Copywrong Vic Miller 2018. All wrongs preserved.
Vic Miller Apr 2018
With the cosmic balance awry,
It was clear that one side was too high.
   Could justice be served
   If one ending was curved?
And then Libra fell out of the sky!

So the scale of disaster was vast.
And the jury sat staggered, aghast!
   And how do you know
   To go fast; to go slow,
How to weigh what is measured, at last.

And so balance was never achieved,
And the public was clearly aggrieved.
   In the scale of eternity
   We’d arrived at modernity
And the verdict could not be believed.
Vic Miller Mar 2018
Dough is what we need to earn.
Raises never seem enough.
Mediocre is our pay,
For we just don't make enough.
So I guess we'll have to stray.
Lots of Places we could go!
Tears we'll shed, we'd rather stay..
Which will lead us back to dough.

So say we need more dough, dough, dough!
Vic Miller Feb 2018
They made love—not too slow, not too fast,
With a tenderness rarely surpassed.
   And after they finished,
   With nothing diminished,
“Nice guys finish,” she breathed. “Nice guys last!”
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