A Pocketful of Poesy was and is again a Poem-a-Day(-on-Average) Blog! For 2009, 2010, 2011, 2012, and now for 2017 and going forward, you may expect to see 365 poems every year, 366 for leap years.

but aren't they all random?

Monday, November 20, 2023

Presidentialist Pitch

COSIGN
Call sign. 
No sign. 
"Conservatives"
never made a flying dime of sense to me,
as a side-designator. Now true, T.R.,
"THE TRUSTBUSTER" they called him
- he was a Conservative, and BULLY!
BULLY at it! 

Hence, they sent in whole crews of geared-up
rock climbing dudes, hacking his big ol' spectacled
PUSS into MT. RUSHMORE like he was a St. or
Holy Sr, but I'm going to go with the guess:

Teddy was far more the prostitute's pal
than he let on in those days. It's what "BULLY"
MEANS, duh. "Bull Moose PARTY?" Ringing
any bells? Trust him, T.R. didn't initiate any such
rank and mountainous self-idolatry all up in the
Dakotas for a stirring, jolly climax of a Hitchcock
chick flick except in the most mauve, oblique,
opaque, obtuse and both-ended way: while

living the dream. Out there riding rough and high
on Half-Dome, signing National Parks up, laying
down some kind of BLM for the big wasteland
gaps and expanses between under Big Skies 
and purple, pulsing streams of foamy water 
- GROSS. 

- was that ALL HE?
Hey, color me no historian
I don't know, but it's the kind of thing
he'd do. TEDDY BEAR

MAH MAN

He got so famous for that, 
it practically almost ripped the country 
a third one, one time. 

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