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Playlist: The Department of Poetic Justice

Compiled By: Susan Cook

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Sonnets, odes, lyrical tributes- the emotional angst and pleasure of poetry brought to our longing for justice- for the inexplicable, actions, kind deeds and yes, regular, generic political folly of others.

Sonnet for President Obama's Tear

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 01:11

First published on the eve of Martin Luther King Day , we turn to our preferred form of political expression, the sonnet, to acknowledge the compassion President Obama has brought to the Presidency. Today, we offer a "Sonnet for President Obama's Tear''.

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Sonnet for President Obama’s Tear

Susan Cook

 

His tear is for every person lost since

illegal guns became more, much, so much

more available. How do you convince

the NRA these dead are  theirs too? Touch

the darkness of those who will not ever

know who their guns took, experience

wretched calculations of forever’s

duration, time with no end, grief re-sensed.

They calculate abstractly the time passed

for those whose children died, who are not here.

We only know one madman’s moment lasts

lifetimes when we can’t bear Obama’s tear.

Obama’s tear tells what must be retold.

Compassion’s time is for whom the bell tolls.

In the Department of Poetic Justice 'To an Itsy Bitsy Spider'

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 02:50

In the Department of Poetic Justice, just in time for the holidays, The River Is Wide offers a poem that could be sung to the tune from that favorite classic - in the public domain, of course The Itsy Bitsy Spider. The holidays
are a time for singing and a time for contemplation and reflection. In this spirit, To an Itsy Bitsy Spider is a reflection.

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In the Department of Poetic Justice

To an Itsy Bitsy Spider

 

-Susan Cook-

In the Department of Poetic Justice, just in time for the holidays, The River Is Wide offers a poem that could be sung to the tune from that favorite classic - in the public domain, of course The Itsy Bitsy Spider. The holidays

are a time for singing and a time for contemplation and reflection. In this spirit, To an Itsy Bitsy Spider is a reflection.

To an Itsy Bitsy Spider

 

The itsy bitsy spider went up the water spout.

Once he was up there no one could get him out.

So they chose him for governor. Now they’re sorry Itsy sits

up there cause the itsy bitsy spider keeps having little fits.

The itsy bitsy spider doesn’t like the income tax

He had an itsy fitsy when his bill could not get passed

So the itsy bitsy spider went looking for revenge

And itsy said he’ll never sign another bill again.

The itsy bitsy spider wanted to reduce

The government budget. Itsy doesn’t have no use

For asylum seekers coming here who’d also like to be

like the itsy-bitsy spider, enjoying liberty.

The itsy bitsy spider forgot it’s not just him

creating legislation. Itsy doesn’t seem to know

he’s not the most important legislator anyone has known, so

he vetoes everything and tells them no, no, no, no no.

The itsy bitsy spider seems like he has inflated

his own self- importance which is a little over-rated.

It’s a problem that is treated with some sure de-levitators.

That is heading to the State House to deal with the Legislators.

The itsy bitsy spider can have a real hard time.

Just like Nikita Khrushchev sometimes you think he’ll pound

his sneaker on the table when he gets very mad. Whoops!

That’s the part we fantasized. Has itsy had past lives.

The itsy bitsy spider did not come out of nowhere.

His message is so simple. You wonder where he found

the voters who believed him. Voters sometimes can be the sucker

now they’re left to try and find a way to impeach… the itsy bitsy spider

…went up the water spout

Once he was up there no one could get him out.

So they had to make him governor. Now they’re sorry Itsy sits

up there cause the itsy bitsy spider keeps having little fits.

 

In the Department of Poetic Justice: All I Want Is My Debt Deferred

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 03:23

Well, in my state the Maine Center for Public Interest Reporting published a lengthy article about a veteran lawmaker who is strongly supporting a bill to allow copper and zinc mining in pristine rural parts of the state by the brother company of a firm that has forgiven a debt of about $150,000 that he owed the company. In our poetic justice department, we today offer this poem "All I Want Is My Debt Deferred" which can be sung to the tune of "Wouldn't it be loverly" from "My Fair Lady".

Gravelpit2011_small Well, in my state the Maine Center for Public Interest Reporting published a lengthy article about a veteran lawmaker who is strongly supporting a bill to allow copper and zinc mining in pristine rural parts of the state by the brother company of a firm that has forgiven a debt of about $150,000 that he owed the company. In our poetic justice department, we  today offer this poem "All I Want Is My Debt Deferred"  which can be sung to the tune of  "Wouldn't it be loverly" from "My Fair Lady".

“All I want is my debt deferred”
-Susan Cook-
(to the tune of “Wouldn’t it be loverly” from “My Fair Lady”
All I want is my debt deferred
Way up north where I keep my word. 
I don’t down in Augusta.
Forgiving debt is not a crime. 
All I want is my gas bills paid
Irving’s lawyers get off my case.
So I can sleep more calmly.
No, it isn’t bribery.
All I want is a nice new mine
on Bald Mountain. It’s not that fine
an example of  forest. Mining
isn’t larceny.
All I want is the bill to pass.
You know, I like my trout, my bass.
Copper and arsenic in streams
might help other species last. 
I can’t help it if Irving Oil
bought up forests in my home towns
and what they really want is
me to have my gas station.
What I mean is when I retire
I’ll go home and sit by the fire
And Irving does not want me
worried about unpaid bills.
All they want is Bald Mountain mines,
No one goes there, just porcupines
And moose and deer and beavers.
Jobs are my priority.
As you know, I am not corrupt.
You know I’m not one who will erupt
in public or in meetings, except 
when you’re accusing me.
It’s just that what I really want
is a mine out in my back lot.
I mean Aroostock County.
That’s where my gas station is.
I do not commit larceny,
embezzlement or bribery
I have a private business. 
That is none of your business.
Irving can’t help it if I made
public office my second trade
When I’m not selling gas,
donuts, soda, or Gator-ade.
As I’ve said, I am not a crook.
Ethically, I go by the book.
I wrote it long ago when 
I was Speaker of the House.
Let’s not go there. What Irving wants
is a mine. That is not a crime.
Forgiving debt is kind. And  
all I have to say is it’s lover-ly.
 

"I Wonder Whose Pocket She's In": A Lyrical Tribute to Corporate Influence on Elected Officials

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 05:46

Well, in my state we have a remarkable example of corporations having their way with state legislators to pass a bill that- in the long run did nothing but pay the corporation millions in cashed-in tax breaks. And the two legislators (one from each party) who sponsored the bill got nothing but $16,000 in donations to their personal PACS. This has sparked wonder and awe and inspired a lyrical tribute "I Wonder Whose Pocket She's In" which can be sung to the melody of the 1909 hit song "I Wonder Who's Kissing Her Now", if you like a good song instead of a bracing lyrical poem.

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Well, in my state, we have a remarkable example of corporations having their way with state legislators  to pass a bill that- in the long run- did nothing to solve the problem the bill was supposed to solve. 
Thanks to the investigative reporting of the Maine Sunday Telegram, we know that in 2011 our legislature passed an investment opportunity bill to encourage investors to put their money into low-income communities. All is good.  The problem is, the legislature passed the bill without any requirement that the money the corporation invested (in exchange for tax breaks  equal to 39% of the total investment)  actually be spent on the community  it was supposed to help. And worse- if the corporation didn’t pay any taxes in the state- they could just cash in that 39% of the money they invested for real real dollars.  Thus, a corporate investment which looked like 40 million dollars on paper for a failing Maine paper company ended up with the investors getting 16 million dollars in cashed-in tax breaks, millions to pay off other debts, $8 million for the investment corporation, $500,000 to lawyers and brokers, and a ripe  $16,000 to the two legislative leaders (one from each party)  who sponsored it.  
Why a complex bill was passed without the due diligence that the public trusts legislators to have- is an unknown. We only know the 2 sponsors of the legislation received about 16 thousand dollars for their PACs for sponsoring it and pressuring their colleagues to vote for it.. 
I mean, really only 16 thousand for the two legislators- when millions were being passed from investor to investor?
This sparks wonder which here inspires verse- well, song, if you’re a singer because the verse can also be sung to  the melody from the 1909 song  “I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now.” (Check it out on You Tube!)
And so our verse asks  “I Wonder Whose Pocket She’s In”
I Wonder Whose Pocket She’s In
(to the tune of I Wonder Who’s Kissing Her Now)
I wonder whose pocket he’s in
Now that she’s left office again.
I  suppose that the guys 
whose pockets he  lined 
Still like the paydays 
his decisions inspired.
Electeds aren’t paid all that much
and you know campaigns cost as much
as a lawyers’  down payment
When they’re hired by the complainant
Who’s discovered a problem that the laws
Should have solved.
Campaign contributions go into  remission
When the Federal Election Commission
Puts the numbers online
In a font called  Tiny Fine
And they’re alphanumerically
listed  in rhyme. 
You know  I’m just kidding with that.
You just have to know where they’re at
I mean the descriptor
Of the name of the sister
Of the corporate custodian who works 
weekends sometimes. 
And there on line eight thousand ten
She’s managed to give him again
The monetary limit
For a candidate who’s in it
For the long haul and knows 
his big pay day won’t come…
Til’ he opts to not seek again
The office where he used his pen
To put into place  
the gravy and baste 
the fat critter that some 
Corporation has raised.
Their regulatory dismays 
Resemble a  purgatory in ways
Their  projects go on  hold.
Til the owners grow old
And cannot  recall
The best number to call…
To tweak the one they have  elected 
Who waits at his desk .He’s rejected
a number of bills 
his donors s want killed.
But never when
picturing James, George or Ben.
Which now brings us back to our question
About an elected’s  intention
When citizens call 
and encounter a wall
And the call’s  placed on hold
til  the elected’s  gone home. 
So now he’s back home. Has he been offered
A  job that will top off his coffers.
And soon he can request
the suit lawyers  like best
at Brooks Brothers with  pockets
that won’t cramp his knees or their sockets. 
I wonder whose pocket he’s in
Now that he has  left office again.
I  suppose that the guys 
whose pockets he  lined 
Still like the paydays 
his decisions inspired….

A Sonnet for Negative Ads

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | :57

Sometimes, there is an ineffable quality to the offensiveness of negative campaign ads. We turn here to the sonnet to express deep concern about negative political ads. Thus, for this 2014 Election Campaign season, "A Sonnet for Negative Ads".

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Sonnet for Negative Ads
-Susan Cook-
The ads have turned negative trying to
win votes. They imply it’s Godzilla now
running for office, a gorilla who 
loves big fat liberal doctrines.  Don’t ask how
he says it. Apparently he’s signing.
He’s now been discovered, his cover’s been
blown. He’s taking your tax dollars, mining
social security, this with a  win 
on Tuesday if he's succeeded, deceived
you into thinking he’s really human,
stands on two legs, counting votes he’s  received.
Voters beware! Gorillas are looming.
Out, out with the negative! You’re the real louse,
harming all creatures including the mouse.
 

America's Sonnet

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | :57

America's Sonnet expresses despair and disappointment about this country, which we want to love but are distressed about in the wake of failures to act on gun control and violence in this democracy.

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America's Sonnet
-Susan Cook-
It is so hard to write you this sonnet
because I long for you in another
way. I want to feel justified, make it 
like "Shall I compare thee to a summer
day?" But there was that summer day, one man
with all those guns that you allowed him to
buy to kill. He was an American-
style imposter. I want you to be true.
I will not  just say they're your pretty wrongs,
you being mine, my land of liberty.
Then you go behind my back. Someone cons
me, your NSA. Your fool becomes me.
My sonnet's yours America, but you
will not take all my loves, turn black, white, blue.

Sonnet For The Baseball Teams Playing "Sweet Caroline"

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | :54

This is a sonnet for the baseball teams who after the tragedy at the Boston Marathon each played the song the Boston Red Sox play during a game when they score a home run.

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Sonnet for the Baseball Teams 
Playing "Sweet Caroline"
                 -Susan Cook-
Buddhists like to call it spontaneous
arising. Buddhists don't "like". They abide.
They await the day when the gain for us
is staying with what is here now,  a kind 
of seeing things as they are. So when two 
men made a bomb, and placed it at the race,
killing, stealing legs and arms, Buddhists knew 
showing compassion, would out distance base
and evil fear, the cruelty of the mean. 
Baseball teams in this country, knowing time
arises and dissipates, what is seen
is what there is, then played "Sweet Caroline".
Boston Red Sox fans knew then we are one,
hearts' score humanity, compassion's  run.

Sonnet on the Anniversary of September 11, 2001 "Sonnet for the Fall"

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | :54

On the 13th anniversary of September 11, 2001, this "Sonnet for the Fall" is offered here.

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                                       Sonnet for the Fall
                         On the anniversary of September 11, 2001
                                           -Susan Cook-
The difference between nine and nine-fifteen
is a shade of light, a shade of darkness
depending on where you stand, how it's seen.
Always is a matter of more or less.
In the Emergency Room, no one knows
what happened just fifteen minutes before.
They only know that now you're here. It goes
the way the body's many clocks have worn
the time that life provides. They will decide
if (as you fell each story took away
a minute more of what's there to abide)
this time, the shadow's length would end the day.
Light's not the only measure of darkness,
time not the only way to know what's less.
Copyright 2008 All rights reserved Susan Cook

Sonnet for Vladimir Putin

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | :57

As Vladimir Putin continues to explore new ways to polarize Ukraine, if not the world, perhaps a sonnet will remind us of what is lost by such polarization.

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Sonnet for Vladimar Putin
In Independence Square that day, her face
held in his hand, they kissed. Back then, detente
protected them, his arm around her waist, 
that year, that day. Cold War memories still haunt
them, when love was impossible, above 
all, she without him, he without her, caught 
in diplomacy. But then Gorbachev
imagined a boy, a girl and love. Arms ought
to be for holding, international 
relations, so Gorbachev created
detente. That day, with things more rational,
in the square, love was reciprocated. 
Putin would like to end such caressing,
love his nemesis, countries confessing. 

Sonnet for the First Fish, Best Fish

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | :51

Sonnets are a way to find optimism in difficult times, like the Government Shutdown. This is a sonnet that acknowledges that the first fish is the best fish and can provide for many.

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Sonnet for The First Fish, Best Fish

-Susan Cook-
The first fish is remembered as the best
fish. It is the one that when it was caught
(remember, there were only two, the rest
elusive that day) it ended all thought
and fear they'd  have to go without, suffering
where it didn't need to be, unfounded.
If there was one, there would be enough, bring
in more the next time. We were astounded
that what looked like deprivation for so
long might not be that at all. The first fish
meant that those who had been turned away, no
compassion for their need, could be fed with just this.
The first fish will be the best, where the start
begins, for our minds, the eyes, for the heart. 

Sonnet for Antoinette

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | :58

This is a sonnet written for Antoinette, the school receptionist at the school in Georgia where a man stood outside, then fired a high powered weapon, carrying with him hundreds of rounds of ammunition. Antoinette spoke to him and he, in time, put down his weapon and surrendered to police.

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                                                     Sonnet for Antoinette
-                                                              -Susan Cook-

Antoinette, bring us to the small country
where you live and where that god you give to
stands, human tragedy right outside the
school who only needs to lift his foot through
one more door to show us what he carried
out when he went through the rooms where guns, his,
are manufactured, when he woke, harried
(we don't know why). It all comes down to this.
You speak to him and somewhere find the food
a crazy man needs most: what might have been.
"We might be family." Your hand soothes his mood.
"No man is an island." This is kin.
Antoinette, bring us to this country, near
you, where we  belong, truth louder than fear.

Sonnet for the President of the NRA

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | :57

This Sonnet for the President of the NRA has no statistics, no logic, no legal reasoning or principle.

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Sonnet for the President of the NRA
-Susan Cook-
Where would we begin, Mr. Keene? You too
visualize: death's examiner, see
where there's the trail strewn with bloody hearts, blue
bodies, drained of life, their luscious mouths, we
can't begin to open because each one
comes back to this. We feed our young with spoons
of silver, gold. Someone acquires a gun
or leaves the door wide open to the rooms
and rooms where the guns are manufactured,
with a day like this in mind: someone, scared
(it could be you) whose fear has finally lured
him into thinking: This is truth or dare.
Whose child knows now, guns mean death, do not care,
don't distinguish truth from fear, fear from dare.

Ode to Mr. Roubini's West Grand Lake Bass

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 02:28

In Maine, an old controversy will be discussed in the legislature soon about introducing alewives to the St. Croix River and the possible decline of the bass fishery in the lakes that abut the river. Bass fishing there is a destination respite for many, including Mr. Nouriel Roubini, the legendary economist who was almost single-handed in anticipating the 2008 housing collapse and world-wide recession. This "Ode to Mr. Roubini's West Grand Lake Bass " calls upon his delight in Maine bass fishing and remarkable analytic mind.

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ODE TO MR. ROUBINI'S WEST GRAND LAKE BASS
MR. ROUBINI, DO  YOU THINK IT WAS THE WEST GRAND LAKE BASS
THAT HELPED YOUR BRAIN CELLS  FORECAST THE 2008 CRASH?
WHEN YOUR FRIENDS HAD IGNORED THE CREDIT DEFAULT SWAP DERIVATIVES,
AND IN 2009, BEGAN TAKING SELECTIVE SEROTONIN RE-UPTAKE INHIBITORS,
DID YOU GO HOME, OPEN THE FREEZER, REACHING DOWN   PAST  THE CASH,
 GET OUT THE BUTTER, AND SAY "LET'S HAVE SOME MORE BASS!"
LUCKY FOR YOU, SOME BASS STILL REMAINED
FROM YOUR SUMMER FUN FISHING IN GRAND LAKE STREAM, MAINE.
WHICH ALL BRINGS US BACK  TO THE VERY BIG QUESTION
OF INTRODUCING ALEWIVES , NOT YOUR USUAL ECONOMIC REFLECTION.
PLEASE FOCUS  THOSE BRAIN CELLS ON THE FUTURE AND THE PAST.  
TELL US, WILL INTRODUCING ALEWIVES TO THE ST. CROIX RIVER DRIVE OUT  THE BASS?
IF YOU THINK THAT THEY WILL, CALL YOUR LEGISLATOR AND TAKE SIDES.
THERE ARE  EXPERTS THAT AGREE WITH YOU, THE GRAND LAKE STREAM GUIDES.
THESE ARE THE GUIDES WHO SHOW YOU WHERE TO FIND  BASS
( OMEGA-3S FOR THE MIND ) SO YOU CAN  MAKE A GOOD ECONOMIC  FORECAST.
WE KNOW MR. ROUBINI, YOU DON’T HAVE X-RAY VISION TO HELP YOU DELIVER
AN ASSESSMENT OF THE TOPOGRAPHY UNDER THE 1850'S ST. CROIX RIVER
BUT IF YOU WERE AN ALEWIVE FACING A 20 FOOT INCLINE
DOESN'T THAT  SOUND A LOT LIKE THE STOCK MARKET IN JANUARY 2009?
MR. ROUBINI, THE ONLY WAY FOR THE ALEWIVE IS UP, UP AND UP
BUT FOR ALEWIVES TWENTY FEET IS REALLY QUITE TOUGH.
YES, THERE ARE STRATEGIES, YOUR SPECIAL NICHE
BUT "BUY LOW, SELL HIGH" DOESN'T HELP OUT A FISH. 
DON'T WE ALL WISH, OBAMA HAD YOU ON HIS SPEED DIAL?
WELL, HE PROBABLY DOES AND CHECKS IT EVERY ONCE IN AWHILE.
MR. ROUBINI, MANY THINK THE COUNTRY CAN'T MISS
WITH YOU  ON HIS SPEED DIAL AND YOUR WEST GRAND LAKE FISH.
MR. ROUBINI, YES, THERE ARE THE CRAPPIES AND LITTLE  SMALL TROUT
(AND NO, WE'RE NOT TALKING ABOUT HOW THEY WILL  VOTE.)
YOUR TASTE BUDS ARE NURTURED ON MICHELIN 5 STAR CLASS
SO THAT MEANS NOTHING  QUITE SUITS YOU LIKE A WEST GRAND LAKE BASS.
-SUSAN COOK- 

In The Department of Poetic Justice: "Donald J. Trump"

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 02:46

In Today's Department of Poetic Justice, The River Is Wide offers a musical tribute to 'Donald J. Trump' to the tune of 'Seventy Six Trombones'. from that all-American treasure Broadway. Sing it if you're in the mood for song. Say it if you feel like no one is telling the truth.

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In the Department of Poetic Justice

‘Donald J. Trump’

To the tune of ‘Seventy Six Trombones’

A Musical Tribute
 from Susan Cook

 

Donald J. Trump says he doesn’t want to see

Anymore Muslims come to his country.

He wants to know what the hell is really going on

Since he thought that there was nothing wrong.

Donald J. Trump has now found his perfect mate.

A different circumstance, she could have had a date

With that old New York Stallion that used to go a-tailing

Twenty-something clones of Sarah Palin.

Donald J. Trump does not like scenarios

Where he’s disempowered , is not allowed to blow

Up and explode if he’s confronted with the truth

That he’s got no idea and doesn’t know

How Donald J. Trump would get terrorists to stop

Since militants hide before you can kick their ass

What Donald J. Trump has not said but

What he’s planning on is he’ll call a New York City cop.

Donald J. Trump does not like to plan ahead

He is a man of action who’ll act instead

Like the extensive record of Donald J. Trump

Placing his head adjacent to his rump.

Which Donald J. Trump thinks is such a special feat

For someone who won’t do yoga and likes to eat

It means he can still perform like when he was back in heaven

Watching models BLANK at New York’s Club Fifty Seven.


Donald J. Trump is not dating currently. Decadent

He won’t be. He’s running for President

Which brings up a favorite topic

That Hillary ignores ,’When did she realize Bill had a taste for..


Donald J. Trump will tell Hillary what side is up.

Donald J. Trump has .been there. He lapped it up.

Whenever his wives found out, he took the only decent course.

He said ‘Sue me. Where is my divorce.’


Donald J. Trump thinks he thinks presidentially.

He is excited. Coincidentally,

He is adopting a son to tell what Presidents should know.

His name is Mayor Bill Diblasio.


Donald J. Trump wants America to know

He has admired Muslims especially when they go

marry another woman and do not have to hire

noone elsea lawyer just because Donald J. Trump was bored and tired.

In The Department of Poetic Justice- 'Donald J. Trump- The Evangelical Version'

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 03:00

In Today's Department of Poetic Justice, we offer 'Donald J. Trump- The Evangelical Version' which you can sing to the tune of 'Seventy Six Trombones' from that Broadway treasure 'The Music Man' . You may remember the story. A man goes to River City, Iowa where he intends to slam-dunk the town into giving him their most valuable asset to buy uniforms for a grand blustery band but abscond with the money before forming the band. Or you can just read the words silently to yourself.

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In the Department of Poetic Justice

‘Donald J. Trump- The Evangelical Version’

To the tune of ‘Seventy Six Trombones’

A Musical Tribute

 

Donald J. Trump is a Presbyterian

Because he believes God thinks they’re superior.

God’s second preference is like Mr. Falwell

knows is to be an Evangelical.

Evangelist thinking’s slightly different

than Donald J. Trump’s. They think it’s significant

That their daughters remain pure which has a special kind of meaning

Which Donald J. Trump finds a little Muslim-ish and boring.

Of course that does not mean Mr. Falwell can’t

have admiration for those religious rants .

Donald J. Trump gets into . The man’s got brim and

fire which Mr. Falwell finds exciting when they’re about women

That Donald J. Trump had dated. They were temporary

while he actually contemplated entering seminary,

a thought he abandoned when he learned they had a rule

he could not bring his hairdresser along too.

Donald J. Trump left out biographically

His religious predilections and his fantasies

And now that he’s planning on becoming President

He wants America to see his deep ambivalence

When Donald J. Trump has ignored his religiousness

which Mr. Falwell knows will send him straight to hell.

Of course, after he victimized those models by watching them as they were getting BLANK

Donald J. Trump now says went he outside afterwards and he prayed.

At least that’s what Donald J. Trump now will surely tell

Evangelicals. They don’t vote for Presidents who will be in hell.

Security cameras did not exist at Studio Fifty Four

And Evangelicals could not even get in the door.

But America should not hold its collective breath

If they don’t think Donald J. Trump has now actually confessed

To religious propensities including getting down and praying

At Studio Fifty Four . You don’t suppose he was doing a little Master…

Donald J. Trump believes Mr. Falwell

will calm his emotions. The words Nobles Deus

Capture his brand new awareness of his personal power

which confidentially, Donald J. Trump is thinking about renaming his tower.

In the Department of Poetic Justice 'L-I-M-B-O' A Tribute to a Fictional Radio Host

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 03:25

From the Department of Poetic Justice, here at The River Is Wide , we offer an original composition, titled 'LIMBO'. There is such confusion and frenzy in Presidential politics right now. It's time to turn to the comfort of an old familiar tune, BINGO, with new words, composed as a musical tribute to a fictional radio host named 'Rushton Limbo' . Here is the poetic and lyrical song called 'LIMBO'.

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L-I-M-B-O-

A Musical Tribute to Rushton Limbo, a fictional Radio Host

To the tune of the song ‘BINGO’

 

-Susan Cook-

 

There was a guy named Donald Trump. He’s now a big problem.

He says he is Republican but really he’s a DEM.

Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.

Mitt Romney said Trump has small hands just like the Democrats

Your pockets Donald Trump will pick and tax and tax and tax.

Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.

Mitt is a Mormon, kind of like an Evangelical. Mitt didn’t know picked

pockets anatomically related to the Donald’s …

Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.

I’m feeling rather horrified . Republicans steal my negativity

My radio shows’ copyright. They’re using it for free.

Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.

What’s his name from Ohio, Ted Cruz and Rubio, did not use proper logic like I do on radio.

If Donald Trump can do it, I can run for President, broadcast from the White House since I’ll be the resident.

Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.

I have a simple strategy. It is my campaign trick. To get me to the White House I will win come thin or thick.

Save us from Bill and Hillary. Right wing the Republic. My promise is to ban debate about the Donald’s ..

Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo ‘s where I remain.

I never thought anatomy was Presidential news and actually I hated Bill and Hilary as well.

Now we have Republicans who bring it up again. They think it is essential for the votes they’ll need to win.

Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo ‘s where I remain.

Republicans compare these thing. Why couldn’t they keep still.

Instead we lost our biggest condemnation to vote against Hillary and Bill.

Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo ‘is my new name.

In the Department of Poetic Justice: LIMBO, A Musical Tribute (The Leave It To Beaver version)

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 02:53

In today's Department of Poetic Justice, we offer a musical tribute to a fictional radio host, Rushton Limbo, who poetically longs for the respite of television watching and the iconic "Leave It To Beaver".

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A Musical  Tribute to Rushton Limbo, a fictional Radio Host-
The Leave It To Beaver Version
To the tune of  the song ‘BINGO’
-Susan Cook-
My name is Rushton Limbo. I have a big TV.
It’s not nearly as interesting as listening to me.
But lately I’ve been thinking
So fascinatingly
Of turning on my TV, a little break for me.
Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.
‘Leave It to Beaver’ is still on. I will be watching him.
Ward Cleaver is a lot like me
Way back when I was slim.
I’d like to watch some re-runs.  I don’t go on the web.
Especially the one of a President, denying he had sex.
Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.
I have the fondest memories.  A nice big scrapbook too.
Of pictures of a girl from then.
I bet you know her too. Please join me in remembering
We’ll hold our nose together. As we recall repulsively
What our country had to weather.
Oh, L--I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, is my name.
My moral sensibilities were shaken to the core,.
Oh why couldn’t Newt Gingrich
Get Bill Clinton out the door. So un presidentially, his index
Finger pointed, he even lied to you and me
Said he did not have sex.
Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.
I’ll get out my old videos.
They help me to relax, less turmoil,
at least nobody has brought out a blue dress.
My job gets harder everyday. With the GOP's big clammor,
Where did Mitch and Newtie go, with Hastert in the slammer?
Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.
The only thing I have to do
Is think of Hillary. Can’t  raise my Prozac dose
Higher, lest I  end up asking her on my show.
I need some comfort  now that the GOP’s upended,
a little harmless Beaver. Don’t go there, no pun intended.
Oh, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, L-I-M-B-O, Limbo is my name.
 

A Citizen’s Guide to Small-minded Denigration: A Sixty Second Moral Inquiry, Two and ½ Minute Conspiracy Theory presented in a Sonnet for The Department of Poetic Justice

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 01:34

In honor of the upcoming Presidential race, The River Is Wide presents a melding of our favorite features. A Citizen's Guide, A Sixty Second Moral Inquiry and Two and 1/2 Minute Conspiracy Theory presented in a Sonnet to place In the Department of Poetic Justice. Random The River Is Wide Series is not.
The topic:
A Citizen’s Guide to Small-minded Denigration (or a Conspiracy to Throw the Ethical Female Presidential Candidate Under the Bus for what She has Never Done).

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A Citizen’s Guide to Small-minded Denigration  (or a Conspiracy to Throw the Ethical Female Presidential Candidate Under the Bus for what She has Never Done):
A Sixty Second Moral Inquiry, Two and ½ Minute Conspiracy Theory presented in a Sonnet for The Department of Poetic Justice
Diligent Presidents also can be
women. Intelligent, insightful,
reliable, prestigious, humanly
accomplished, with sound judgment? Delightful!
What will have nothing to do with the job
she will do is the employee who lacked
judgment and chose a sick ex-husband, robbed 
sense.  The staffer, small-minded, at the back
of the  bus, the Opponent now sinks to
say, should be used to run out the admired
Woman, who should be President, linked to
small mindeds just because of who she hired.
Hostile cruel minds Either sex can be numb.
Formidable President?  She’s the one.

Sonnet for the US Ducks Independently Verified to Have been Neither Forcefed for Foie-Gras Production Nor Plucked of Their Feathers and Down During Their Lifetime

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 01:17

A United States outdoor clothing store sells coats, labelled to assure us that the down is from US Ducks Independently Verified to Have been Neither Forcefed for Foie-Gras Production Nor Plucked of Their Feathers and Down During Their Lifetime. Scott Pruitt who sued the Environmental Protection Agency over a dozen times has been installed as the agency's head. In reading the label on a down coat, I have found consolation, hope and small victory that our environmental sensibilities will survive, sentiments presented here in a sonnet, in the Department of Poetic Justice.

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Sonnet for the US Ducks Independently Verified
to Have been Neither Forcefed for Foie-Gras Production
Nor Plucked of Their Feathers  and Down During  Their Lifetime
-Susan Cook-

I want these ducks to know my faith in our
country has been re-nourished by this feat
when they grow the down , in their pro-life hour
in their solitary stance against the elite
practices that feed the rich while the ducks
live lives of strangulation, the minute’s
peace, lost, the moment when the neck curves, tucks
itself inside the plush gift. Diminish
the significance of the gift, the down’s weight,
the coat that will keep anyone warm, no
matter their social standing, EPA
head or not? Surely, they’re not our new foe.
Even ducks saved from force feeding won’t feed
you, Mr.Pruitt, your stick figure needs.

Credibility in African-American Rhythm and Blues Singer: The Power of Belief and the Credibility of a Natural Resource Legislative Chair

From Susan Cook | Part of the The River Is Wide series | 02:13

In Maine, hearings before the Environment and Natural Resource Committee on Mining Regulations bring to mind a free plane ride- and lunch- given to the committee's chair by a multi-national corporation seeking to build a copper and zinc mine on Bald Mountain. Credibility in hearings is always on the line, because there is power in believing or not believing. We call upon the chorus of a song by African American Rhythm and Blues singer R. Kelly, now applied to said committee chair. The credibility of R. Kelly singing 'I Believe I Can Fly' stands in stark contrast to the denials of said Committee chair to the Maine Center for Reporting in the Public Interest that the gift from corporate mine builders should have been reported as a lobbyist peddling corporate influence.

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Honoring the Credibility of  an African-American R and B singer R. Kelly, now brought to the longed for credibility of an Environment and Natural Resounrce Legislative Chair who Denies Accepting a Free Plane Ride and lunch from Lobbyists that Should Have Been Reported to the Legislative Ethics Committee but wasn’t.

‘I Believe I Can Fly’
 To the tune of the chorus from ‘I Believe I Can Fly’ by R. Kelly
No lobbyists, multinational corporations,
corrupt legislators or greed in sight in R. Kelly’s original
I believe I can fly,
The plane ride price didn’t go that high
Even though Jim Mitchell paid the bill
Irving wasn’t trying to fix the bill.
I mean the Bald Mountain one
For copper mining. That has not begun
because of people doing things just like
Saying Irving offered me a bribe.
It takes 4 hours to drive
to Presque Isle. I have nothing I’m trying to hide
which is why I never did report  a plane ride
To the State House people over on the ethics side.
The pilot flew the airplane very very far
 Bald Mountain, in the distance, seen only through  binoculars.
The plane was mostly flying in a straight line.   
Making sure we stayed far above all the porcupines
moose, deer, beaver  and zinc, copper Irving could finally find
If they just built a mine .
I believe I can fly.