Dream On . . .

You may ride a magic carpet or play ball upon the Moon –

But an honest politician you will not find very soon.

Science may invent a way to live a thousand years –

But they can't stop rabble-rousers preying on our morbid fears.

Global warming can be stopped and poverty allayed,

But lobbyists will always find the means to be obeyed.

The common cold could disappear and acne be extinct,

As slush funds multiply like hares and graft stays in the pinkt.

Lawyers may devise a way to enter Kingdom Come . . .

But your homegrown politician will remain a mangy bum!

The Civics Class

Civics is the study of the back of someone's head

In a classroom where the teacher recites theories that are dead.

Three branches of the government we are supposed to know;

I have named them Larry, Curly, and, of course, there's Moe!

The presidential office is executive, that's plain.

Congress is the people, to prevent a tyrant's reign.

Judiciary officers administer the law.

Mostly they just fight each other to a surly draw.

Presidents blow smoke rings and are keen for photo ops,

And are followed by their many aides with brooms and dripping mops.

Your voice is heard in congress, if you have a lobbyist;

Otherwise you're treated like a leper with a cyst. 

If you are arrested, your own cause you do not beg;

Your lawyer will seek justice –at a charge of arm and leg.

Of course you must support all this with taxes and your vote,

No matter how the government may sometimes get your goat.

I'm sorry to be cynical about the Civics class.

Despite its flaws America has got the greener grass.