"toadies" poems
The long unending chain of toadies
All but goes on knees
To kiss the ground beneath
The Caesar’s feet divine,
And masses spineless fawn o’er him
With lolling tongues canine,
While Caesar smugly smiles.
His laurels, rank, and destiny,
His power, throne and crown,
Anoint him with, then gladly
They press on him their leash.
Teeth glittering, widened lips,
Resounding, deafening claps,
At every single dropping word
From Caesar’s lips divine.
Then tail-like wag all tongues;
Sweeter than honey spread,
Cloying, unctuous, authentic,
Invented compliments.
They truly lie and truly please
The head that wears the crown.
Their words and praise rise not
From heart from lips downwards they drop.
Bravo! Stinging and biting,
Inverted compliments,
Impressive speech, well-worded,
And what fine sentiments!
You think you know then
All you need of countless regiments.
We live by knowing where to bow,
And smile, fawn and kiss when,
The hallowed ground beneath his feet
Aand selves how prostrate then,
While Caesar smugly smiles.
Our happy days and nights,
We smiling live our lives, at Caesar’s feet divine.
By God we truly look our part
With lolling tongues canine.
O you tigers of wrath!
Your wars for liberty,
Produce dictators worst,
Today you have your Julius,
Tomorrow Augustus.
And what indeed is truth if not calibration?
Timeless, endless, meaningless ratiocination?
Jun 30, 2017
Jun 30, 2017 at 12:20 PM UTC
Finally, you did it, Congress!
WHAT took you so long?
For almost three years you've dealt with a man
Who doesn't know right from wrong.
Lying to us and abusing his power
Since day number one,
The man has wreaked inordinate damage.
Can it be undone?
Asking a foreign power for help
To win the next election
Shows how his impropriety
Is carried out to perfection.
Of course he'll scream, "Witch hunt! Witch hunt!"
That's his usual ploy.
He'll play the martyr to his fans
And be the whipping boy.
His team's composed of so many lackeys
Nearly as base as he
Who are willing to lie to protect him
To the nth degree.
Some people were slow to come
On board the impeachment train.
Now the momentum ought to be
Easy to sustain.
Will Trump receive support from his toadies
In Congress? You bet he will.
Although they’ve drunk the Kool-Aid, they
Haven’t had their fill.
There are members of Congress who
Never will condemn
Trump’s devious behavior! Well,
Shame on all of them!
Hop on board the train when it
Reaches the nearest station.
It’s for the sake of all of us that
It reach its destination!
-by Bob B (9-26-19)
Sep 26, 2019
Sep 26, 2019 at 8:18 AM UTC
My dad used to have a truck with the passenger side speakers blown out, and I vividly remember listening to possum kingdom by the toadies on repeat Swooning in the loud rumble of the speakers succumbing to the immense base making a distinct sound for each drop, driving in cars with working speakers and hearing the song just isn’t the same
Funny how nostalgia works
Making you miss the things you once dreaded
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 9:03 PM UTC