Gordon Lightfoot - Sundown (Official Audio)

A real bard goes forth. The man did some classic lays, genuine remembrances passing into folklore. His songs have been covered and admired by the absolute greats he has shared this timeline with. He did really good.  Just beautiful poetic work. 

The Ballad of Feckless Tom Cotton

 

DNC Chairman Jaime Harrison sounds off on Tom Cotton in particular and the GOP in general on Morning Joe: "It is a party build on fraud, fear, and fascism. And they don't deserve to be in power." pic.twitter.com/5fNseWcwqr

— Aaron Rupar (@atrupar) April 6, 2022

Ol' Tom Cotton seems misbegotten, his basic cognition spoiled by ambition.

O, has he forgotten? The Constitution and its clear admonition,

that due process is a cornerstone mission? 

This bug-bothered brain, that can't recall what he swore an oath to, at all, at all--

Cassius like, hungry and lean, but above all else, trifling and mean,

he lies like a bear rug--a bare-faced mug, that no mother would hug. 

A stranger, no ranger and a clear and present danger--

Would I call him racist?

To his face-it's 

possible but the benefit of the doubt

he should be without. For he would deny

the same to any other guy

and my Golden Rule applies:  

he should get done as he would others be done by. 

Because here is the ballad of feckless Tom Cotton,

grifter assisted, sold and boughten,

Donor-approved and moral bereft,

Intellectually touted but having no heft,

I've sung out his lay and still he lies

and so he will till the day he dies-- 

And all of his beetling brow becomes flies. 

A Pork Couplet

He placed his member in the swine and chuckled with delight;
the roast ones aren't lively, but they never, ever bite.

(I know. For all I know the story is both sick and specious. And yet here we are.)

Just an odd reminder--

If you like how I write about politics, you might appreciate my poetry blog or my fiction and criticism blog,  Basically, I keep writing things. I'm pretty much always in the middle of some kind of composition. This is not to say my poetry is great or my strangely random thoughts are important. But I dunno. I do it for free anyway.

Still Maya Angelou Rises

If it is true that a person will be remembered for how they made people feel, then let me tell you, Maya Angelou was positivity unrestrained, a force of optimism and a boon to the human spirit, a person who in words made it clear that words themselves mattered because they were how the human mind expressed itself even to a contrary world. Her experience and eloquence touched many people and she will live on in fierce words and kind words, in powerful words and soft words that turned away wrath, in wisdom and with the affection of many to whom she was a voice of inspiration. As many writers do, she wrote her epitaph again and again, in her case, with no false words and also with acts of grace.

She remains a uniquely American treasure.

My last two poems on Strangely Worded are all I want to say today--

One is kind of about Shakesville, actually, and the other is about Elizabeth Edwards.

I think they stand up okay. Some days I'm more lyrical than others.