Great Poetry Disguised as Current Events

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Monsters in My TV

With apologies to Shel Silverstein

One evening, with a cup of tea

I sat and turned on my TV.

I flipped to Channel twenty-three

And saw this beast called Hann-i-ty.

 

He brayed and foamed, quite literally

Each time he mentioned Hillary.

He scared me so, I thought to flee.

Who is this beast called Hann-i-ty?

He used big words, like Benghazi.

He blamed it all on Hillary.

“Vote Trump,” he snarled, it’s meant to be.

What say you, Mr. Giu-li-an-i?

 

Another beast, he did agree

No one should vote for Hillary.

This Rudy fiend, his head shiny,

Trafficked in con-spir-a-cy.

 

The Democratic nominee

She cannot serve, not physically.

She’s had a stroke, so claimed he.

A claim concurred by Hann-i-ty.

 

The beasts they roared, but I didn’t see

Because I really had to pee.

I locked the door, here I was free

From all the monsters in my TV.

 

But now they’re gone, I’m filled with glee.

I’m watching MSNBC.

Stopping by the Voting Booth on a Rainy Evening

With apologies to Robert Frost

 

What booth is this, I think I know

Housed at the local high school, so

It beckons me and draws me near

To cast my vote, in times of woe.

 

My wife, she really thinks I’m queer.

We’ve butted heads, nearly a year.

“Vote Trump,” she said, he’s not a fake.

President Trump? Now that I fear.

 

I give my voting hand a shake

And solely for the country’s sake.

Hillary, my support she’ll reap.

I hope I die, before I wake.

 

The booth is lovely, dark and big.

After today, up is the jig.

Mrs. Clinton must get the gig

But as Trump says, the votes are rigged.

Phenomenal Candidate

With apologies to Maya Angelou

Everyone wonders where his secret lies.

To Marco Rubio, he bragged of porn star size.

But when he starts to tell them

They’re sure he’s telling lies.

He says,

“It’s in my red ties,

My magnetic affect,

The silly golf caps,

The wall I’ll erect.

I am Trump.

Phenomenally,

Phenomenal candidate.

Vote me.”

 

He walks onto a stage

Just as cool as you please.

And to a man

Supporters stand or

Fall down on their knees.

Then they shout down, or punch

Those who would disagree.

 

He says,

“It’s my top rated TV show

And my incredible life,

The skyscrapers I’ve built

And my smokin’ hot wife.

I am Trump.

Phenomenally,

Phenomenal candidate.

Vote me.”

“Now you understand

Just why I’m sure I’ll win.

Why I scream over the din,

‘Make America great again!’

When you see me passing

Trailed by all of my kin,

I say,

‘It’s in my strangely orange mane,

My hair trigger fuse,

My media hate.

‘Cept for FOX interviews.

I am Trump.

Phenomenally,

Phenomenal candidate.

Vote me.’”