It's Jay and Dee and Gree-Viance,
He lies and spies; an ugly dance.
(Yet, only men are granted pants).
He leers and leans and haps to chance:
A Couch he sees and makes advance.
Alas, the Couch rejects his lance.
He's horrified! A furtive glance.
As someone groks his deviance.
Around him, wafts weird, an ambiance—
As though he cannot stand his stance.
It's not surprising, don't you see?
He always backs His Trumpery.
The Mellon Felon—Treachery
Depends on JD's flattery,
He never claims a strategy;
He cannot think coherently.
In one born rich, some fluency
In English seems a certainty.
His speech rewards raw cruelty.
His lies have trained credulity.
The pair now head for failing big.
And one, at least, we'll throw in brig.
The other branded as a prig.
The judges bought by Donnie zig
And zag a willy-nilly jig.
They'll claim election fraud and shrig
Exploding blood beneath a wig.
A movie squib's not hard to rig.
Yet nought can hide the vicious pig.
A jail will host his final gig.
At end of day, his act is old.
A story sad & too much told.
The bluster huckster plays at bold.
Yet all our people can't be sold
A plan of hate and blame and scold.
The crooks will all scatter; the tents will all fold.
The joy guides our future instead of dead gold.
Economy grows and when kindness takes hold.
The caring and comfort will now start to mold
Society working where no-one's left cold.
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Tools of Thought
A Pattern Language for Collaboration and Cooperation
The Story of Story
The Walkabout Diaries
Donnie wants a hamster
The Myths of the Veritas
Fifteen Properties
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