Elitist, social climbing parvenu,
reclusive expert in the CIA,
in touch with DNC dirt-digging too,
caught leaking from the White House in the day,
came forth in utter anonymity
in lieu of no-one doing anything,
accusing Trump of quid-pro policy
recoiled at corruption happening,
a point man for Joe Biden in Ukraine,
main source of Comey’s firing, Putin’s prod,
employed destroying Trump—Was he deranged?
literally obsessed to take him down?
lone wolf set whispering half truths and lies,
a whistleblower pure as DC spies.
Caud Sewer Bile is a poet of the Swamp.
Mr. Bile,
Can things get any worse than this? The answer, in my opinion, is yes: intelligent persons could stop thinking and writing about such matters.
You believe that it is “intelligent persons” should see no evil, hear no evil and speak no evil.
Please explain this so that intelligent people can understand.
Max, read again what I wrote. I said that things can get worse if intelligent persons stop expressing their opinions. If you are an intelligent person, you should understand the gist of my comment.
Yes, I must confess, it was a mess-understanding!
The adult in me, must see, alcoholic beverages have an effect on me.
Sorry, please forgive my lame attempt at poetry, I came across this board accidentally.
All kidding aside, I have little understanding of poetry. Only know about rhymes.
Thanks for the clarification.
Really?
Whistle Blower Named!
Demunist whistleblower, a lumber sexual (beta male with a beard) named!
Beta male and Demunist whistleblower, Eric Ciaramella, a CIA analyst worked for Joe Biden at the same time Hunter Biden was getting money from corrupt Ukrainian oligarchs, oops!
A one-two punch couplet and Mr. What’s His Name is down for the count.
Well done, Mr.Bile!
This may have been the first sonnet (or second?) I have written this year; but it was the sonnet’s structure that suggested the poem in the first place. Indeed, this is probably my first acrostic poem as well, because, although such poems have a long tradition, as far back as the alphabetic acrostic poems in the “Psalms”, it is not a structure I have ever been fond of. In fact, I have despised works that play such letter games, like Walter Abish’s Postmodern novel “Alphabetic Africa”.
The occasional acrostic poem I can find acceptable, if it throws a light (however small or dim it might be) upon an author’s work, like the following acrostic poem by Edgar Allan Poe (1809-1849):
Elizabeth, it is in vain you say
“Love not”—thou sayest it in so sweet a way:
In vain those words from thee or L. E. L.
Zantippe’s talents has enforced so well:
Ah! if that language from thy heart arise,
Breathe it less gently forth—and veil thine eyes.
Endymion, recollect, when Luna tried
To cure his love—was cured of all beside—
His follie—pride—and passion—for he died.
I did appreciate Max McByte’s naming of the person in the poem, for those who may not have known who the sonnet was about. In addition, to writing about noted figures of the present or the past, I also like writing about very ordinary individuals as well, to answer a question Mr. Oratofsky asked in a different context, one that I might pair with his black and white photographs of ordinary people.
I agree with Mr. Anderson that it is important to keep a record of these times, especially when even the newspaper of record is itself failing to record the depths of the landscapes of these times.. Unfortunately its writers are failing to understand that on a planet of billions, a single narrative is a horror indeed, an adumbration of dark times to come.
Brice, I am forced (by the train of recent events) to admit that what you say is true, but I sorely wish I could, with perfect honesty, say it wasn’t so. In dark times we shall simply have to provide our own light (until Congress decides that any light whatsoever is forbidden).
The name “Ciaramella” in Italian means double-flute, or what the ancient Greeks called an aulos, or a flute with two separate reed pipes. One reed plays one range of sounds, while the other plays a different set.
A perfect name for a little liar who talks out of both sides of his mouth.
I would now add a tag beneath title and author. “I do not know the identity of the whistleblower.” Adam Schiff