That #@#$%! Season Again.

The Dunderheads are rising,
up on both horizons,
Left and Far Right,
leaving me fearing greatly,
this coming political season.

Ware the Dunderheads roaring,
their battle cries strident
against the soft words
the Centrists all speak,
drowning out intelligent thoughts.

This is the season,
when the political cyclones
gather in their names
to entertains a few,
and sicken the rest.

You know this season,
by the counter's ticking
as we log cases
of "Foot in Mouth"
and "Pants Spontaneously Combusting".

Sadly, this yammering crowd
takes to damned long
to thin out enough
for reasonable folks' work
to choose be easy.

Yeah, mock me, gang.
But really, I'm right.
The earliest contenders in
are rarely the ones
who survive to end.

So, hear my call
ye of the words,
mockers of foolish actions,
and sane society members,
and unleash the Sarcasm.

For they resist Truth,
prove lacking of Honesty,
lack all moral Courage,
and worst of all,
can't take a Joke.

So smack them around,
until they speak truth,
or bow out fast,
lest we really unload
with more than Sarcasm.

For I have loaded
Double Ought Truth Shot,
soaked in Sour Sarcasm,
and carried by sabot
carved from pure Satire.

And that is just the first rounds, the rest? Oh, much more psychically damaging to fragile political hack egos.
27March2015 - Dyfedd Rex

#amwriting this week on fun stuff....Cleanup, Remediation, and Paranormal Protection office tales.

Between projects for the folks helping me off the streets, I am writing, more than just poems anTd snippets. Started work already, but will have to break in an hour from it, on "Rust to Lust" (which needs a better title), the second in the series of Tanner/Cathay CRAPP investigations/cleanups.

Proof? Sure. You deserve the opening paragraphs, in typical, cynical Tanner delivery.

"Starting mornings without coffee and doughnuts needs to be outlawed. Period. Especially when those days kick off with the much hated Two A.M. phone calls some politicians think they can handle. Trust me, mine would leave them headed to some ashram to retire from public life. And the paperwork on my desk for that fiasco a few weeks back that cost me three partners, five GSA vehicles, and a long laundry list of other things would drop any political flack into an insane asylum, if I ever started on it.
"This mess got dropped on my lap before (donut shop) even had my normal cake donuts ready, on a morning when my coffee pot walked through some extra-dimensional rift to hide in plain sight on my counter top. Which made dealing with something simple as chopping a person's head off, stashing it in my briefcase, then heading into work to arrange an art showing for the statues left behind in the bar a nightmare. Doing it without your partner, well, I planned to at least get Sister Cathay to do the paperwork, as her convent does not answer the phone until after morning mass, forcing me to solo the job.
"The thing on my desk, deep in the forgotten furnace rooms of the EPA's Headquarters, which I try to avoid due to that backlog of paperwork, says my name is Troy Tanner. Damned thing also claims I'm some sort of bureaucratic minion called a 'Remdiation Specialist', which is double talk for being a glorified, and very disgusted, janitor."

yeah. its flowing fairly well.. save the lack of the best doughnuts in Washington, DC getting a tip of the hat, as I've only been there when I was three, and Dad had me grounded from donuts that day. Also, by the time this appears on the blog, I hope to have it ready to do the three day grind of editing down to a proper thing to sell as a 99 cent eBook thing.