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The Worst of Rhymes

No matter where we choose to sit,
A fool, alone, would not admit,
We’re living in a world of shit
And I have more than done my bit.
Here by the guillotine I knit
Caps for the heads devoid of wit—
I am a useful idiot.

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Bald Eagle

Along the seedy interstate,
Another one that has met its fate.
Blind-sided by an unseen foe,
It’s a common sight that we all know.
Struck hard and crushed to maggot swill,
A great symbol once, and now road kill.

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Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.


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9 Responses

  1. Paul Freeman

    Two poems most folk can get behind today, no matter where they sit, satire and motifs withstanding – the image of Joe knitting in the front row (no rhyme intended) of Madam Guillotine will take time to erase.

    I was wondering if bald eagles getting struck by cars is actually a major problem to their population numbers.

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  2. Cheryl Corey

    Joe, you come up with some real zingers. I wouldn’t recommend reading “Bald Eagle” while you’re eating though. I cringe at the sight of roadkill.

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  3. Jeff Eardley

    Joe, these are up there with your best. The thought of one of these magnificent creatures winding up as road-kill fills me with horror, as does the image of a savvy New Yorker knitting away as heads roll.
    Great stuff again.

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  4. C.B. Anderson

    I guess, Joe, that the impending resignation of Darth Cuomo is not enough to make all New Yorkers lighthearted.

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  5. Daniel Kemper

    I very thoroughly enjoyed the “useful” idiot verse best. It demonstrates that there’s an often unsung craft to light verse — yes, in my dark humor days I’d call this light. 🙂 [What’s that tee shirt say, “Stalin says dark humor is like food: not everyone gets it.” ?

    I think of the “Lost in Space” remake where the spider-things turned on their master at the end for the fall of Cuomo.

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