We're nearing as we ready
The home with green and red;
A deflated Santa on my neighbour's lawn,
Canned snow sprayed in window corners,
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You know Comey and Spicer,
Sessions and Tillerson,
Priebus and Haley,
Flynn and Bannon,
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They warned us not to worry,
Just do our best in school;
Those worldly professionals,
Taught us work-to-rule.
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The most rhymed word
In the poetry world is
Me.
That reveals volumes about
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Tolstoy was a boy,
Ibsen was Henrik's son
Hardy had a father,
And see how well they've done.
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When your time closes in
Faster than sound or light,
I wish you to be worn out
And threadbare,
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Whose toes are these,
I'm sure you know,
Curled and peeking out below,
Beneath their nose,
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My use of personal pronouns
Puts me in my poem;
I can roll a rock with Sisyphus,
Be in a ceiling flame in Rome.
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The Sansui turntable still works well.
Like memories, round and round,
Needling me. And the more I play them,
The more they itch.
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My friend's Father,
Who's just that,
Has a Papa Francis.
And her entire congregated family
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