Postcards to Senator Mitt Romney

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@D_Hawk

When you're being pulled in two,

and you don't know what to do,

just repeat this simple phrase:

"Who is it my wages pays?"

This will help you to decide

what to tell, and what to hide.

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@jslaternyc

I think it is extremely odd

the violence we use for God.

As if He needed flesh and bone

to suffer, weep, and always moan.

I think that most religious views

are just a dark satanic ruse

to keep us bickering until

we forget about God's will.

In India or Amsterdam
theology is mostly sham.

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@chicoharlan

Oh, those crafty refugees!
They come and go just as they please.
First they're here and then they're there,
and we get stuck with paying fare!
Why don't they stay put like I do?
I'm satisfied to sit and stew.
Back home they say is terror, yes --
but they don't know the IRS.
Each country has its own designs
for driving us out of our minds . . . 

Postcards to the President

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@NirajC

Ah, to work four days a week!

Life would ne'er then look so bleak.

Three day weekends in supply

for long naps or some bonsai.

Friday is a waste just now;

no one comes in anyhow.

Think if Monday, too, were gone;

we would face a brighter dawn!

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@peterbakernyt

Mr. Bolton's playing coy;

he is such a clever boy.

Does he know enough to harm,

or is he just full of smarm?

Guess we'll never know, unless

he decides to up and 'fess. 

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@arappeport

Sweet and sour is our boss;

sometimes happy, sometimes cross.

Even China can't predict

are they winning, are they licked.

He might give them breaks galore,

or produce a mighty roar.

Trump can never much decide . . . 

is he Jekyll, is he Hyde?

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@karoun @rachaelmbade

When the people make a fuss,

throw your staff beneath the bus.

One by one they walk the plank,

so your record stays a blank.

This is how you operate

if your mind is second-rate. 

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@PhilipRucker

Anonymous, anonymous;

that word is sure synonymous

with sneaks and cheats and cowards, too,

who don't want their name you to view.

Such books, without a nom de plume,

have no place in a good newsroom.

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@capitalweather  @afreedma

Let's confess that when it rains

the White House man ain't got much brains;

he forecasts weather like a schnook

and never elocution took --

so when he prates of hurricanes

you'd best put on your tire chains,

cuz it gets deep and if you squawk --

or if you don't -- you'll get a knock.

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@peterbakernyt

Trump has got more lawyer's fees

than a dog has ticks and fleas.

Soon the law schools will endorse

"Suing Trump" as a new course.

How much longer can 'il duce'

 circumvent the hangman's noose?

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@reidepstein  @melbournecoal

Bernie Sanders, buddy boy,

how about you spread some joy

and share out a little dough

to the legions of the po.

Don't you buy more TV ads --

Pampers give to single dads.

Stay off Facebook for a while --

pay for dentures; make folks smile.

In the White House you can't git

if the humble you have quit.

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@gettinviggy

"We are not amused" she said

"that another fox is dead."

So the Queen by royal command

fur upon her person banned.

Now she dons long underwear

before she goes to take the air.

Crazy Henry and the Snow Boat.

"The Snow Boat's in town!" yelled Crazy Henry at me when I answered my door. He waltzed in and seemed to sizzle with childish delight as he bounced from the couch to the recliner to the coffee table and finally back to the couch. He shivered with glee.
"Cappy Rime just brought her in -- she's at the Saint Paul docks right now, taking on cargo and passengers!" 

"What, that old broken down paddle wheeler the city was gonna let the Fire Department burn for practice?" I replied sharply. I had been busy counting crab apples, and now I'd forgotten where I left off. "Your bread dough ain't got any yeast in it. Probably a nervous break up, that's what it is. Here, lay down and I'll bring you some crab apple tea . . ."

But Crazy Henry leaped from the couch to wave a newspaper in front of my face. It was the Minnehaha Nickel Shopper -- a very reliable rag.

"Here! Right here! Lookit!" he said urgently. And by golly, there it was -- an announcement that Captain Rime would sail with the Mississippi tide late that day for snowy parts unknown. Tickets were still available.

"Wow!" I couldn't help exclaiming. I didn't want to believe it was true, because everybody knew Cappy Rime and the whole Snow Boat thing were just a pleasant wintertime idyll told to kids by a warm fire while they sipped hot chocolate. But if it was in the Nickel Shopper it had to be true.

And suddenly the old snow lust was upon me. As a son of the Upper Midwest I needed to hear the hiss of snowflakes rubbing together in companionable riot as they fell across the tired brittle autumned-out land. That first heavy snowfall always felt like baptism into a crisp new cult promising endless possibilities.

"Okay" I said, throwing all the crab apples into the trash. "Let's go!" 

Cappy Rime welcomed Crazy Henry and me on board personally. He was tall and thin, with a short white beard and kinky white hair. His dark blue officer's blazer was spotless and fit him snug and trim. On his shoulder sat a snowy egret. 

"Where to first, Cappy?" I asked him. He seemed to encourage familiarity.

"Frostbite Falls, matey" he replied. 

We left the dock, churning up the water, flinging carp and bullheads from the paddle wheels onto both shores with a merry plop. And out of the double smokestacks came a pure white mist that spread all around the sky. Soon it was snowing thick and fast.

"I'm glad you talked me into this" I told Crazy Henry, who was trying to catch snowflakes on his elbow. 

Have you ever noticed how everything looks better through a curtain of chastely falling snow? The grubby shoreline, made up of hopeless derelict barges and crumbling warehouses, suddenly took on the appearance of  hopeful derelict barges and crumbling warehouses with redemption at hand.

But I noticed Crazy Henry had that dreamy look on his face -- he was presently going to be up to something amazing and ticklish. I can read him like a Kindle. 

And so it came to pass while I was enjoying the slow easy glide of the winter river, Crazy Henry went to ask Cappy Rime if he could steer the Snow Boat for a while. And Cappy, the genial old fool, told him yes. 

That's why Crazy Henry and I were holding onto a single cork life preserver in the middle of the chill Mississippi, while the old Snow Boat sank quietly with all hands. Crazy Henry had steered the paddle wheeler right over a drifting creosote telephone pole and ripped a hole in the hull big enough to drive a Humvee through. 

I could think of no comment deep or stinging enough to throw at him, as the river current carried us silently down to Iowa. We eventually made it to shore and were taken in by a family of kindly corn chandlers. 

Winter never came to Iowa that year, and all the Turkey Red wheat rotted in the ground. When April rolled around Crazy Henry showed me an ad in the Keokuk Nickel Shopper about an ethnic banana pudding bake off to celebrate the birth of Hanuman. Then he asked me if I wanted to go. For reply, I chased him into the sunset with a pea flail. 

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@thedeannapaul

If a village does not choose

to allow the sale of booze

who are we to scoff and sneer

that they never drink a beer?

What's the point now, after all,

to our love of alcohol?

Headaches and a breath so sour

you gotta give your throat a shower.

Though demon rum is here to stay,

I hope for sober joy some day . . . 

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@jacobbogage

It is now a trend, I fear,

to give the Prez a big Bronx cheer

when he goes to football game --

now isn't that a dirty shame?

We ought to reverence his worth,

and not give in to boorish mirth.

What would Putin do if he

were put to such hilarity?

(Siberia would see a spike

in those dumped off to take a hike.)

I hoping that it's still way too soon

for students here to shoot the moon!

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@Meagan_Flynn

Life some cherries in a bowl?

Not above a lava hole!

Keeping Death at bay and foiled,

only to be quick parboiled?

Such injustice I decry!

(And I hope I never fry.)

If my backyard isn't safe,

then God is dead and I'm a waif.

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Democrats in old Kain-tuck

really got a piece of luck.

In Virginny they steamrolled

all that pachydermic fold.

This here country, I do think,

hopes to see Trump in the clink.

@jmartNYT

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@hkbeech

Aides to Thailand's newest king,

on a catapult do swing.

If they give him any grief,

he knows how to get relief --

sends them shooting off to space

(just to save a little face.)

And outside of old Siam

other despots play that scam.

I can think of one right here;

a Goldilocks that most folk fear.

But I very much exult

in his end by catapult!

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@ConorDougherty

Out in Cali - forn - eye - ay
 fat cats need their slaves to stay.
Building hovels for their serfs,
like the kind wherein live Smurfs,
eases consciences all right
and looks good in the spotlight.
But who needs more shoddy cages --
why not pay some living wages?

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@thedeannapaul

Way down south in Mississip

they're electing such a drip.

Running unopposed is he,

though he's stupid as a flea.

Biased minds who think they're right

bring us all into the night.

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@Meagan_Flynn

I thought we fought a Civil War

to settle up the blasted score.

But kibbitzers are still around

who want some money to impound,

because they think that they will be

enriched from shameful history.

I guess some folk you never please;

each sleeping dog has got some fleas.

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@TonyRomm

Why is it I'm not surprised

that Facebook has been compromised

by another data breach

that may have a far flung reach?

Leaking like a rotten boat,

managing to stay afloat  --

wish I had their dad blame knack

of somehow staying in the black.