Poetry | FLUSHtheSWAMP. Saving America

The Artful Codger

I’m not “CHARLES DICKEN” around.
With this poem you have found.

Be astounded and astute.
On this journey we are bound.

I am the “Artful Codger” –
A Pickpocket in M.A.G.A. Crowd.

Surely, I’m a thief, –
For stealing their belief.

Releasing them from –
The Church of DON.

Diverting them from –
The path they’re on.

Explaining things like –
Right from wrong.

Retrieving them from –
The TRIP they’re on.

Restoring to them –
A sanity gone.

Revealing to all –
Cult leader’s CON.

Reprieving them from –
LITIGATIONS LONG.

Concealing them from
COP-A-FEEL DON.

NO MORE PLEASE! –
HE yells from CELL.

The story you tell.
Will not break my spell.

For I am Rasputin.
Spitter of lies.

I will win all –
As this Country DIES.

NOT MY TYPE

Pulling hair and ripping out.
A Marriage ending boxing bout.
Rape then seemed his last resort.
Lands him now in State Court.

Eugene Carroll,
though now she’s old
To defend herself, she must be bold.
Time has come, she cannot fold.
” Don’t know her“, the press HE told.

Boldly screaming,
“She’s not my type“.
In deposition a photo shown.
He pointed to his wife.

His finger landed on Eugene.
For In DON’s Mind
his wife he’d seen.

A stand in for ex-wife all-right.
Who – Apparently – was not his type?

Slavery Not so Bad

“45” enjoyed the world they had.
“Great Again”, once again.
Flavorful – these words to him.
Enforce beliefs he’s always had.
“Slavery – not so bad”.

“How they ‘came’ here”, very sad
I’ve heard stories, Oh so bad.
But my people say they’re lies.
For in their minds, they fantasize –
That Trade Winds actually saved their lives.

“Christians” say they saved their souls,
And they were taught a trade.
On auction scales, they were weighed –
In sweat and toll and lash were paid.

Uncounted in the ground were laid.
Lives denied who could not brave –
The daily sting of master’s hand –
In unforgiving foreign land.

Then Donald says, – in grave voice.
“Why are they so mad ? –
Status quo should be their choice. –
Kidnapping was NOT BAD”.

M.A.G.A. longs for what they had, –
Pines for days, gone by.
Donald only sits and sighs. –
“So Sad. So Sad. So Sad”.

Nothing we do –
can make them whole –
After all that they have paid.

Now FAUX CHRISTIANS only hope –
To make THEIR history fade.

Pendulum Politics

One arcs to the left.
The other to the right.
They pass in the middle,
Keeping each in sight.

In perpetual motion
This Swinging flight.
Stinging each other –
A continuous FIGHT.

Coming to rest
At the middle of arc.
They’d find common ground.
A great place to start.

Our
Flag Humping
Desk thumping
Wife dumping
Paper flushing
Document hoarding
Debate ignoring
Dumpster filling
Donation sucking
Insult throwing
Shady dealing
Office holding
Result denying
Impeached reeling
Lawyer needing
Repugnant leader

A souring flavor
This Maga savior?
A Pious Christian
Who can’t remember
A single passage
From the book he held
For Photo op. That day.

The Book upheld
For photo op.
An upside down
Swiftly Borrowed
Never read –
Fictional
“Family” Bible

If only he could be the one,
To give them what they’ve “earned”.
Unseen, unheard their voices blare.
He brings them only halfway there.
This savior for whom they’ve yearned.
He robs them blindly, – beyond repair.
Sowing fear then hate and more despair.
They vote for him. They just don’t care.

All their secrets he might blare.
Gov. officials should not share.
Opposing him they dare not go.
His hold on them we do not know.
A charlatan he’s always been.
This Racist Russian Rasputin.
We outside – can only stare.
We’ll never understand –
The sucking hold he has on them –
Or why they love this man.

Attribution: cartoon by Clay Bennett Chattanooga Free Press

FUMES

Storm CLOUDS are gathering.
Donors are scattering.
Does it matter to him?

His tongue keeps wagging.
Bragging –
“BIDEN is sagging”.
HIS economy runs on my fumes.

The press keeps from laughing –
Like Central casting.
None of them asking – cause –
They’ve heard him blasting.

The fumes he is passing –
The one thing left lasting –
His flatulence –
left in the room!

Iceberg Don

Iceberg Don – insurrection brought.
Sought, Fought, and then was CAUGHT.
Aught he not – on ballot be?
Supreme Court. It’s up to thee.

CONSTITUTION says he can’t.
The Supreme Court can’t agree.
They’ll just pass the buck on by –
Following Donny’s plea.

America floating – glides on by.
The passengers are “not woke”.
OLD IRONSIDE’S now slitted side –
Bleeds our CONSTITUTION out.

Central Casting

Straight out of central casting –
Habba joined him in the Frey.
Perry Mason was both their idol.
That’s what people say.

She hasn’t any trial sense.
She didn’t know what to do.
Made her case in front of press –
Shouting “Habba Habba Do”.

Scooby would admire her –
For her mumbling ways.
But her bumbling had cost Don –
83 Mill. – That day.

Waging War