Lawrence
Hall, HSG
No, I Will Not Watch X
For all
the same reasons I repudiate Q
I will not
watch X, not even for you
And I
regret that you asked me to -
They’re
both a Macbethian witches’ brew
Newspaper columns not published in any newspaper (and there's probably a reason for that)
Lawrence
Hall, HSG
No, I Will Not Watch X
For all
the same reasons I repudiate Q
I will not
watch X, not even for you
And I
regret that you asked me to -
They’re
both a Macbethian witches’ brew
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Night of the Long Sporks
Republicans have their
sporks out for each other
Slashing each member with
unpassable bills
Impeaching each MAGA
sister and brother -
The 118th Congress gives me
the chills!
Lawrence Hall, HSG
IT’S THE END OF THE
WORLD AS WE KNOW IT
ALL OVER EUROPE
AND OHIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The Great AT&T Blink of 2024
America has failed, Babylon has fallen
Amid sturm und drang and riot and rout
Civilization has collapsed and we can’t call it in
Because our telephones are out!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Oh, it’s back on – is this Joe’s Pizza?)
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Standing the Test
of Time
So tell me about life’s test – is it multiple-guess?
Or fill-in-the-blanks for my empty mind
If the most common answer is C…oh, what a mess!
Gimme a hint, Teach; I’m falling behind!
Lawrence Hall, HSG
The Wind Drove the
Pages Wild
Reading Yevtushenko on a Windy Day
The flapping, fluttering pages went wild in the wind
And poetry sometimes should go wild, blow wild
To shake those gently slumbering words awake
Provoking peaceful musings into a storm
Nouns chasing verbs into logical conclusions
That turn about and bite the reader in the (hand)
And adjectives torment the symbolism
While adverbs, as always, were mostly in the way
I just wanted a quiet hour with coffee and verse
But flapping, fluttering pages went wild in the wind
Lawrence Hall, HSG
A One-Line
Dismissal of Tucker Carlson Isn’t a Poem, But…
Democracy dies in
dorkness
Lawrence Hall, HSG
Waiting for the
Other Boot to Drop
And it’s not even a good and honest boot
But the steel-tapped heel and studded sole
Of anger, hatred, and existential despair
One that takes time to pause and stomp the flowers
(The village grouch; you know him)
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