T.P. Partnership

Transparency, obfuscation,

opacity, deceit.

Get out of the kitchen,

if you can’t stand the heat.

We’re none of us mushrooms

to be sheltered from light.

Most of us, usually,

can tell wrong from right.

A treaty’s no secret

to be hidden from view,

so listen up, you lawyers

you know what to do.

Keeping it secret is simply insane,

Unless us voters won’t reap any gain!

Existential Questions

There must be more than this endless 

sequential waiting for something good to stumble my way.

Must I be wholly dependent

upon someone else to meet my needs in their own sweet time?

If I should choose to seize contol

of my destiny, would the earth screech to an abrupt halt?

Or would the dark powers that be

Awaken to my defiance, and seek my prompt demise?

An Economy of Words?

Perhaps I present as pretty perturbed,

but, people, pause please, in our public 

pandering of corpulent pundits and 

placating complacent patricians!

Pray tell, people, Is it possible that our 

primary public purpose is to prevent this

passel of patriarchal, partisan pricks

from pocketing petty politicians and

prostituting the public policy process

for their own prurient, paraphillic

pleasure and preposterous 

personal profit?

Respected readers, I really regret 

this rambling, ravening, rant 

but when, recently, I read that a 

couple of compassionless cocks 

callously connived to 

cast themselves as kingmakers

I, kind of, lost my cool and 

violently gave vent to this veritable,

voluminous volcano of 

vitriolic verbiage!

So sincerely sorry!

Yours, One Plenty Pissed Plebeian