A Tribute In Rhyme

                                                                          
     
   A Tribute To My Friend (sometime around Feb. 2010, by M)

                 His knowledge of music was superb
           The spectrum from classics to rap
           His golden hands beyond compare
           Repairing an engine
           Or a spilled mishap

                                      
                                  

                                  Jack of all trades, master of none
                                  Never finishes whatever’s begun
                                  But an inner drive compels him to wake
                                  This man’s got a plan, make no mistake.

              

                                                                                                      
   With his fearless feline upon his chest
   Purring endless support, “Master you’re the best”
   He attacks the keyboard with unleashed zest
   And puts thoughts to the site, there’s no time to rest
             
                              
   Healthcare reform – I can do better
   Energy reform – put on a sweater
   Tax reform – let the rich pay
   And cut out the fat, like the TSA

   Too many foreigners, put up a wall
   Amnesty first, they’re here after all
   The lazy in Congress just lining their pockets
    And blind judges dismiss criminals From piled-high dockets.

                                                   

 His mind a-spinning, the words coming faster
 No punctuation, the spellings a disaster
 Can’t stem the tide, can’t stop the flow
 First Trenton, then Washington, and of course, Mexico
 
                                 

Must save the world, my mission is clear
So he dons the stretch-suit blue underwear
He looks in the mirror and admires the reflection
Yes, they’ll all see I’m right - in the next election

                           

 In a monotone mumble attaching the red cape
“Those scumbags in Washington will never escape!”
He points to the “S” sewn on Royal Blue polyester
“They thought I was just the class jester!”
           

                                          “S” for Stein, Superior and Spry
                                        You see New Jersey – I’m your guy
                                      I’m your everyday Joe, trying to get by
                                     Paying my taxes, though I don’t know why
                                         I’m getting less the more I give
                                      Not asking for much, just want to live
 

The answer’s so clear, get out of the routine
Must get the Times to see what I mean
It's what’s fair in this world, not just to me
Real jobs created, a global socie
 Just hear me out, go to my site
I may be wrong – but I may be right!
(Thank you Billy)
That’s me, a little silly.


          Give me your vote, and I’ll set it straight
          Citizenship to illegals, then close the gate
          Must help our neighbors stimulate
          Shake hands cross the borders before it’s too late.

At home reduce what’s not essential
Try new ideas that have potential
Kick out the old guard in favor of new
Learn from the good ones who knew what to do.
 
                                     

Responsible decisions, based on our needs
Reasonable healthcare, we’re planting the seeds
Build up the reserves, secure our borders
Reduce the balances, can the hoarders
So much to do, I’m only
one man

     
Can I do it all? Oh -"You betcha"– I can!
But first I have to attend to some chores,
Feed the kitty – and go swab the floors.


                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                                                        

 
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My very first poem, dedicated to a "You've Got a Friend in Pennsylvania"

      Beto and Stein

                            2009 in Canada @ Toronto Blue Jays vs. Baltimore Orioles.


With the Canadian government's blessing
a legal job found
I return to the states,
quite contented.

But Upon Beto's return his government frowns
the corruption knows no bounds
a roadblock no matter who he asks
every officiando is an ass

2010, one more time
I visit Mexico and show you the slime
hope I come back, there's no guarantee
but if I do and  make it prime time
LoBiondo's. days are numbered- you'll see