Well Mueller has opened his mouth,
And Democrat hopes have gone south.
— D.N. O’Brien
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Renewables are all the rage!
We live in a misinformed age.
They know that the answer is coal,
So painting it black is their goal.
On sun and wind, power giants grow fat.
The government’s blind as a bat.
As wind turbines rise on the hills,
So rise electricity bills.
We’ve panels all over our roof!
That’s wise? Give me scientific proof.
Our houses, they now power the nation!
Much better, a central power station.
The experts inform all the dolts,
Though ignorant of amps and volts.
The dolts think the experts are wise,
They’re salesmen you fools – in disguise.
The towers on the hills stand in rows.
The blades rotate – when the wind blows.
The sun shines and on comes the light.
We sit in the dark through the night.
Our battery lasts for an hour!
To Tesla, surrender your power.
And batteries, one day will fail.
We’re saved for now – here comes a gale!
It’s cloudy and still as can be.
I can’t boil the kettle for tea.
The rich install panels – the poor,
Pay much more than they did before.
You live in the past – you are sour.
When we had reliable power.
But solar and wind – they are best!
They’re subsidized – give it a rest!
Oh true, it is a bloody game;
But I am now absolved of blame.
And children, they can be such pests!
Why not expel unwelcome guests.
It would have stifled my career!
I have a cold – that’s not a tear.
I did the right thing – all my friends
Agree…… so that is how it ends.
Men tend to post pieces about politics,
While food, fun and fashion are posted by chicks.
The ancient Greeks gave the vote only to guys.
I think on reflection those old Greeks were wise.
I’m voting for Justin – I think he is cute!
(I’d rather a statesman resembling a newt.)
At The Polling Station
They’re making us vote, though we haven’t a clue!
(So prattle the girls as we wait in the queue.)
The Suffragettes fought and they won us the vote.
(That’s why we have no politicians of note.)
The Greeks and the Romans had fun,
Till of gods they were left with but one.
The Romans found out who was boss –
Christianity one shouldn’t cross.
In the journey from birth to the grave,
If you only have faith you’re a slave.
You’re a master or you are a slave.
If the latter, you’d better behave.
You must base all belief on the word,
If you wish to be one of the herd.
Slave morality will keep you low,
But it’s easy to go with the flow.
Oh, master morality’s hard!
You’re exceptional – be on your guard.
Beyond good and evil? – who can
Be that? I don’t know – superman?