Who You Gonna Call?

For policy advice Trump says he mostly listens to himself.  Does he? If I heard myself say those things I’d gag myself.

He says he’s his own best advisor

His smartest and best analyzer

With himself to consult

Confirmation’s the result

He’s convinced, but not any wiser.

I sometimes wonder about myself.  I didn’t have to include this next one.  And certainly not in the same post as the one above.  But who could I consult? 

Self reliance is all very nice

There are times when I should seek advice

I might not go along

And admit that I’m wrong

But it might make me stop and think twice.

Who Let the Latin In?

My knowledge of Latin is low

I regret that whenever I go

To where Latin is used

My ego gets bruised

I get no status or quid with my quo.

In an effort to help me, an old friend (poet and word lover Peter Desmond) sent me this:  

“great academic term, for throwing into cocktail party chatter!  OED Online Word of the Day

ad eundem, adv.

To the same degree, rank, or status at another university or institution; by virtue of having previously attained that degree or status at a different university.”

I insulted my friends and annoyed ‘em

When I told them they were not ad eundem

With some college classmates -

Erudite sophisticates -

Who discourse in tones adenoidum.

 Advise and Consent Version 2.016

It’s been a month since Antonin Scalia died while a guest at a Rich Men’s Hangout Hunting, Shooting, Bonding, Secret, Closed Door, No Questions Answered, Retreat in Texas.  Almost before they could get the body out of Texas, the GOP announced it would not ‘Advise and Consent’ on ANY candidate submitted by the President as a replacement for the Justice who believed the Constitution was right about everything.

Within hours of Scalia’s demise

McConnell vowed no compromise

They’ll stall and circumvent 

Constitution and President

With closed minds, closed ears and closed eyes.

The following is not based on verifiable evidence, but on rumor, innuendo and imagination.  It’s publication is protected by the First Amendment and permitted by poetic license (pending).

Those who paid for his Texas retreat

Are irked he vacated his seat

The judge in their pocket

Missed their cases on the docket

Scalia died with his job incomplete.

March Mudness

Yes March is the month of St. Patrick’s Day and the vernal equinox, but…

I know there’s less ice and more thaw

One day’s balmy, but another is raw

Today it is dreary

I’m Cabin Fever weary

And that wasn’t a robin I saw.

Every limerick I start is a dud

I’m overwhelmed by the continuous crud

Of the news every day

It just causes dismay

My Muses are mired in March Mud.

Stupor Tuesday

If the orange haired bigot should win

Then I think that the work should begin

On his Mexican Wall -

We’ll need it after all

To keep thoughtful Americans in.