John F. McCullagh Poems

Each day I drive the Belt to work
with a million other slobs.
We pilot cars a decade old.
We're lucky, we have jobs.
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“She cannot live forever! ”
We told each other more than once.
Still, she had all the Deutschmarks
and to her I was a dunce..
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The scientist was first on stage,
Then came his Geminoid.
The family resemblance-
impossible to avoid.
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At the present we've a POTUS
so generous and kind,
He'll 'share' whatever I have
with his voters of like mind.
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in the High School cafeteria
there was horror on the menu;
A loner with a pistol
seeking victims and a venue.
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She’d liked their life the way it was;
their Pied de Terre above Broadway.
Now her lawyers indicate
It must be sold, there’s tax to pay...
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A Lover, cloaked in sorrow,
knelt beside his woman’s stone.
His Ann was only twenty two
when Heaven called her home.
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In the presence of the enemy
He split his force in two.
His red coated invaders
displayed contempt for the Zulu.
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I've listened to their speeches.
Read their termite riddled planks.
They're unlikely to dethrone Barrack-
A pity, Mitt is no tom Hanks.
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Much of our literature
has come from his pen-
or was He a She?
I can't say I ken.
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