Thank-you Poll Workers

For the Poll Workers, we all give thanks.

You are brave volunteers in your ranks.

         Your hard work will ensure

         that the vote is secure

in the setting of suppressive pranks.

Sacred ground

Ignoring the Hatch Act’s wearing thin. 

Including the Barrett swearing-in. 

     As much a campaign event

     As a Trump rally in a tent. 

This kind of White House use is a sin. 

Melania

The First Lady has yet to be seen
Campaigning for Trump as his queen. 
     She does what she wants
     Her indifference flaunts -
Her marriage a barren smokescreen.

Turning the corner...

The Donald is showing some nerve 

To claim that we’re rounding the curve. 

     While he’s up there lying,

     More people are dying

He’s again proving he’s unfit to serve.

Supreme Thwart

Red team tactics leave much to abhor.

Dems must endeavor to even the score.

         Courts so far to the right

         give no chance of fair fight

and baked in after Bush versus Gore.

 

It's A Mute Point!

Trump’s angst has become more acute
For he lost an important dispute.
     In the upcoming debate
     There’s a rule that he’ll hate -
The host now has power to mute!

Catharsis in Rhyme

Our limericks allow for purgation

of a burgeoning mound of frustration.

         These droll little rhymes

         are healthy pastimes

in lieu of mind numbing libations.

Donald has such joie de vivre

But sadly refuses to leave.
     His exuberance can be tempered
     This coming November
When he learns we really are peeved.

By David Hoover

ENVOI

But enough of political limericks
With their ridiculous word play and tricks.
     Let’s turn out the jerk
     And get back to work
Without all the rascals, the fools, and the pricks.

Anon

Our current Vee Pee is Mike Pense
And he seems like a guy of good sense.
     But his heart is so cold
     And he does what he’s told
Like cooping up kids with a fence.

Of course there’s always Mitt Romney
To turn our cacophony to harmony.
     But he’s too high and mighty
     Not right for a fight, he
Can’t help erase the ignominy.

ANON

Load for Bear

Republicans don’t care what is “fair”.

They make up “rules” of thin air.

         A knife isn’t right

         when you’re in a gun fight.

Dems need to be loaded for bear.

With more than 8 million infected,

And all sound advice rejected,
     I wonder out loud
     Among all that he’s cowed
How he thinks he’ll get re-elected.

By David Hoover

Antidote

Good news, there’s an antidote!

To relieve that pain in our…throat. 

     It’s really quite simple, 

     Much like squeezing a pimple. 

We just have to get out the vote.

By David Hoover

VOTE!

In twenty-sixteen Trump got elected. 

In twenty-twenty we all got infected.

     If we vote him out,

     There will be no doubt.

Our country can be resurrected.

Not cool, NBC.

Hey NBC! This is not fitting!

Why are you doing Trump’s bidding?

         Your upright press box

         turns from Peacock to Fox.

It’s hard to believe you’re unwitting.

Immoral and Anti-Choice

In their push to ban every abortion

they’ve defended immoral contortions.

         And the previously unborn,

         become the people they scorn

and paint with self-righteous distortions.

Narcissistic Supply

There’s a key to the Donald’s ascension,

in spite of our grave apprehension.

All he needs to survive,

         to stay strong and to thrive

is our undivided attention.

 

Superspreader President

He doesn’t mind who he kills.

He gets his sadistic thrills

         from being in power.

         His bootlickers cower

and shake with high fever and chills.

Sad!!!

Hey Donald, you’re digging a hole
As you drop down in every poll.
     Rasmussen - your fav
     Even looks pretty grave
You seem frantic; you’re losing control.

I get it – your chances are slim;
The polling is dark and it’s grim.
     If you lose – what to do?
     It’s so sad to be you.
With prospects so taxing and dim.

Consider just stepping away!
There’s no one forcing your stay.
     Putin’s got a spare room
     You can hang out and fume
Don’t forget to take your hairspray!

State Houses Matter

To fight against voter suppression

State Houses must be our obsession.

         If they’re Trumpublican led

         counted votes will be red

and prevent Democratic succession.

A Perfect Physical Specimen

Donald Trump, our White House denizen
Announced he’s a most perfect specimen!
     He’s “extremely young”
     Trips straight from his tongue;
Crazy lies are just part of his regimen.

CAN YOU SAY 25th AMENDMENT?

Oh good lord when will he go away???
He gets more deranged by the day.
     With the nuclear code
     I’m afraid he’ll explode
The world as we know it today.

By Linda Gunther

The Fly in Pence's Hair

The pasty obsequious Pence

is a master of vapid pretense.

         But harbinger flies

         on putrid things lie,

against which Mike has no defense.

KEEP YOUR DISTANCE

Amid all the blunders and lies
It should come as no big surprise.
     Social distance is lax
     And no one wears masks.
The White House is dropping like flies.

by Linda Gunther

Back to School

He says he’s no longer a fool

Cause he went to Real Covid School.
     Yet he endangers
     His drivers, and strangers…
He still doesn’t play by the rules

by Linda Gunther

Lives of Others

For all of the innocent sick.

We want you to get better quick.

You’ve been taking care

         from infectious air,

unlike the Trump minion dipsticks.

Medical Pageant

With all of the medical scenics,

he’ll be mended and rise like a phoenix.

         But the poor and infected

         are cruelly neglected,

given aspirin and boxes of Kleenex.

Dr. Prospero tried to talk sense to the congregants...

This sounds like “Masque of the Red Death” by Poe, 

With rich guests lined up row after row. 

     During a pandemic,

     Supporting the Court pick.

They should have worn big masks like Joe.

COVID meets Don

When COVID met Don at a rally

COVID said, "Don, you're right up my alley!

         You’ve tried to dismiss

         how potent my kiss.

Now I’m adding your name to my tally.”

Let This Craziness End

I haven’t quite given up hope,
But I’m really not sure I can cope.
     With voter suppression
     Compounding depression,
I’m reaching the end of my rope.

By Steve Fink

Consequences

Of course I don’t want Trump to die,
But I want him to understand why
     His dismissing the virus
     Has jeopardized all of us,
And it won’t go away with a lie.

By Steve Fink

Karma

Hope Hicks may have let out a sneeze;
Now Trump’s caught the COVID disease.
     He said it’s a hoax,
     And masks are just jokes.
Now karma’s brought him to his knees.

By Steve Fink

Ode to Rachel Maddow

She’s so very smart in her blazer

as she tells us the things that amaze her.

         Down the garden path

         where she’s done all the math

and cuts to the truth like a razor.