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Saturday, January 19, 2019

Government Shutdown - The Poetry Continues



As the government shutdown continues so too does its poetry. Yes, the Muse has not been idle, far from it, as readers capture the joy, the tragedy, the soul of this moment in time. 

Call it poetry from the trenches, call it what you like, here at the Compound we're delighted to bring you these lines.

Existenz From GWB:

I have come! I have come! I may not abide.
I have come e'er the dawn, O beloved, my shutdown to hide
In your gospelling glooms - to be
As a McConnell in heaven, the shutdown
MY shutdown, and the sea MY sea.


The Egyptian strikes:


There was an old witch from DC
Who had it in her mind to flee
From responsibilities she deemed to trite
When on the bus she did see to her fright
The fury of the great maga so bright
To end her flight in disgust
And be thrown under the bus
and Shiff for brains did alight
With his eyes popping out of his head.


And Ed cuts to the chase:


Of the two furloughed I know
One is an FAA inspector/manager
The other a forensics investigator
Not a good sample of the type to RIF.


Then there's this, from Manhattan Infidel. Is the best wine saved 'til last?


Something there is that doesn't love a wall.
That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it,
Pelosi's botox face.

And this:

A shudder in the loins engenders there 
The beautiful wall, the burning roof and tower 
And Agamemnon dead. 
Being so caught up, 
So mastered by the brute blood of the air, 
Did Pelosi put on his knowledge with his power 
Before the indifferent beak could let her drop?


So moving! Here's a closing haiku.

Build a great big WALL
Make it of concrete and steel
Gillette is banned.




Will the shutdown continue, as a harbinger of the Age of Aquarius, filling our hearts with joy and uplifting the soul to transcendence? That remains to be seen. In the meanwhile, Pelosi's still flying commercial.

Thank you, Mr. President,

LSP