For Cee’s FOTD
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I woke up after an afternoon nap to this amazing sunset. No color alteration has been done. These are the authentic colors of the sunset. I took three times this many shots, but couldn’t cull it down any further.
Beached
Snug in his nest in Mar-a-Lago he wonders
how to invest the additional plunders
he’s gained in his years of selling his favor.
He ponders his ice cream and wonders what flavor
they delivered today with his fries and Big Mac.
He gives it a lick and then gives a loud quack.
He’s big duck in this puddle, so does not know why
past cronies of his keep passing him by
avoiding eye contact. Do they not recall
how he was the single best POTUS of all?
Where are all of his partners in crime and dissent?
Can anyone tell him where they all went?
Where’s Ivanka? Where’s Jared? On to their next steal?
Don’t they know he invented the art of the deal?
Once they jumped to his dictates as head of state.
Did other past presidents share the same fate?
Did Jefferson suffer a similar plight?
Did Washington sit alone every night
while Martha took off with her nightclubbing friends?
Did other great men meet with similar ends?
His last month in office he took a great scalding.
He’s lonely, obese and orange and balding.
He’s plummeted earthwards from such a great height
that all of his minions should share in his plight,
yet they’ve all gone on to lives of their own,
leaving him here to pine on his throne.
But what is the reason for his blatant smirking?
Can it possibly be that without even working
he’ll draw a huge pension for the rest of his life,
plus a travel allowance for him and his wife?
Prompt words for the day are dissent, snug, smirk and blatant. Images thanks to Unsplash. Used with permission.
For Cee’s FOTD
Still on the Nickel?
Four hundred thousand for a pension, a million for his travel.
More for his security, McConnell, pound your gavel.
Give him not a penny. Not a nickel nor a dime.
He deserves no further payment for his life of crime.
May the senate use its Trump card to deal out his comeuppance.
When it comes to a pension, he should get nary a tuppence.
We’re tired of his finagling, the lies and all the trouble.
It’s time we drew the needle out to burst his four-year bubble.
If I may be pauciloquent, I’ll simply say, “IMPEACH!!!”
Finally do the right thing. Kick out the sonnofabeach!!!!!!
Prompt words today are comeuppance, trouble, pauciloquent (terse, using few words) and finagle.
“On the Nickel” in this context means “On the dole.” The Nickel is a street in San Francisco where a lot of homeless hang out. That Trump should have his hand out for further entitlements after his term is over just seems unconscionable to me. Let him earn his own nickels from now on. Impeachment will insure this. Here is one of my favorite Tom Waits songs that I drew my title from.
Immodest Proposal
The busy restaurant suddenly as silent as a tomb—
my “No” resounding clearly all across the room.
It was this blunt refusal that brought him to his knees,
begging my forgiveness and finally saying “Please!”
Tenderness exuding from his every word,
he repeated his offer in a manner less absurd.
His sangfroid left behind him, he presented me the ring
with proper reverence as though it was a sacred thing.
It was a better proposal than the first one he had pitched
when he tossed the ring box at me and said, “Wanna get hitched?”
Prompt words today are sangfroid, instead, tenderness and lapse.
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I am building on Cee’s Square up Buildup Theme with Buildup photos of my own! for Becky of Winchester’s Square Challenge.
