Tick - From Papa Possum - For Countdown Day
January’s satire, “Tick,” for Countdown Day.
Enjoy, or not.
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Tick
Three sixty-five...
We will count down ev'ry hour
and we'll mark off ev'ry day
'til your marxist reign is over,
'til, at last, you're dragged away
to the cheering of the People,
to our deafening, “Hurray,”
'til your High Noon we call our
Second Independence Day.
A year is all that's left to you,
in days – three sixty-six.
Ev'ry hour, minute, second
ev'ry eye will now affix
to a timepiece that's convenient,
any calendar or clock,
to see how long we must play Hobbes
instead of playing Locke.
We will count down ev'ry hour
and we'll mark off ev'ry day
'til your marxist reign is over,
'til, at last, you're dragged away
to our swelling songs of Liberty,
to fireworks display,
'til your High Noon we call our
Second Independence Day
One last year for your treacheries
each a reminder how
if not for cowardly Congress,
you'd be impeached right now.
One last year for your legacy
of rack and ruin and coup.
One last year for your villainy...
'til last we're free of you.
We will count down ev'ry hour
and we'll mark off ev'ry day
'til your marxist reign is over,
'til, at last, you're dragged away
to feasts of friends and families,
to toast and repartee,
'til your High Noon we call our
Second Independence Day
To the cheering of the People,
to our deafening, “Hurray!”
to our swelling songs of Liberty,
to fireworks display,
to feasts of friends and families,
to toast and repartee,
come your High Noon we call our
Second Independence Day
Tick, Copyright © 2016 Papa Possum
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Hear the audio stream here: http://papapossum.blogspot.com/2016/0...
Enjoy, or not.
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Tick
Three sixty-five...
We will count down ev'ry hour
and we'll mark off ev'ry day
'til your marxist reign is over,
'til, at last, you're dragged away
to the cheering of the People,
to our deafening, “Hurray,”
'til your High Noon we call our
Second Independence Day.
A year is all that's left to you,
in days – three sixty-six.
Ev'ry hour, minute, second
ev'ry eye will now affix
to a timepiece that's convenient,
any calendar or clock,
to see how long we must play Hobbes
instead of playing Locke.
We will count down ev'ry hour
and we'll mark off ev'ry day
'til your marxist reign is over,
'til, at last, you're dragged away
to our swelling songs of Liberty,
to fireworks display,
'til your High Noon we call our
Second Independence Day
One last year for your treacheries
each a reminder how
if not for cowardly Congress,
you'd be impeached right now.
One last year for your legacy
of rack and ruin and coup.
One last year for your villainy...
'til last we're free of you.
We will count down ev'ry hour
and we'll mark off ev'ry day
'til your marxist reign is over,
'til, at last, you're dragged away
to feasts of friends and families,
to toast and repartee,
'til your High Noon we call our
Second Independence Day
To the cheering of the People,
to our deafening, “Hurray!”
to our swelling songs of Liberty,
to fireworks display,
to feasts of friends and families,
to toast and repartee,
come your High Noon we call our
Second Independence Day
Tick, Copyright © 2016 Papa Possum
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Hear the audio stream here: http://papapossum.blogspot.com/2016/0...
Our 2nd independence, can it ever last?
With candidates from a low budget horror film's cast,
Can it be our years of glory are only in the past?
Thanks for reading, and as always, thanks for the response in verse.
I do love Papa P. though and look forward to their appearances.
Thanks for reading.
Thanks for reading.
Jan
I don't write with a specific tune in mind. My main concern is that rhythm and cadence are correct. One of the reasons that I started providing audio for each piece was so that the rhythm and cadence were made plain, particularly in parts some might find troublesome.
Thanks for reading.
Thanks for reading.
Thanks for reading.
I agree with Jan about setting it to music.
Three cheers! Even if optimism is short lived it will be a welcome old friend.
Regards,
O.A.
Oops, well, what do you know? I went and wrote both versions anyway.
I did enjoy the poem; but when the regime chairman leaves, I'll be very downhearted for already knowing that either the bought by virtually everybody Clinton Foundation crook for a female first president or Bolshevik Bernie is carrying on his anti-Constitutional carnage.
Should that not be the case, I shall definitely be celebrating.
But faced with a front-running Sir Jeb of the Royal House of Bush,who I of late have begun to call "Grasshopper Eyes" when I see his weird stare on TV, I'd be repulsed enough to vote for Johnson.