Once More Unto The Breach Dear Poems

Once more unto the breach dear poems, let hope in them not die
Let not rich evil scum basking in power fear apply
Time to get back up off the floor and reinstate the mission
Of satiric poetry - from your fetal position
Unwind and stand tall once again and reenter the fray

With assholes smugly confident from it you’ve run away.

Once more unto the breach dear poems, don’t let rich bastards think

Their oligarchy flushed democracy down their gold sink

Let new satiric verse once more with humor swing away

At the daily stupidity rich fools all do and say

Wipe smug smiles off smirking faces of fat bastards who

Are totally convinced a golden age to them is due.

Once more unto the breach dear poems, let satire’s sharp song

Trouble all with broken moral compass spun so wrong

And with sad humor highlight foibles of mean bastards who

Again convinced compliant fools through trickle down they’re due

To benefit after tax breaks transport vast new wealth up

To the top where no empathy exists to greed disrupt.

Once more unto the breach dear poems, focus on stupid which

Serves satire’s goal to make laughter angrily stitch

Piercing patterns back and forth straight through and up and down

The joyless loveless rotting husk of the demented clown

And the ass-kissing toadies who’ll defend his shit for years

Once more unto the breach dear poems, through satire dry tears.

22 January 2024