A Bio of al-Assad

Did you know that Assad,
Wasn't to be pres'dent,
'Til brother Bassel died in ninety-four,
In a car accident?

Pres. Bashar was an ophthalmologist!
That's a doctor of eyes,
But then he was fast-tracked through the army,
Took five years to make colonel, for this guy.

In two thousand he became president,
People hoped he'd reform,
It soon became clear he had no intent,
To dev'ate from the norm,

Now civil war,
Two-years old and growing,
With Russia and China firmly on side,
No hint of waning resolve is showing.

Risk For Gain

Is there any value,
Pushing the envelope,
That moment your body is telling you,
It's uncomfortable?

Is it saying that if you go further,
Something's sure to go wrong,
To take what you have and to be happy,
Don't risk enjoying the success too long?

Or is it presenting to you the chance,
To grab for the brass ring?
Something out of reach when you're comfortable,
But sure worth the stretching!

Here is the thing,
You'll surely never know,
If you don't risk the comfort that you're in,
Which you may really not want to let go.

The Throne Speech is Coming

The Throne Speech is coming,
The one that will unveil,
The strategy of the ruling Tories,
After years of no fail.

The one that will try to set the debate,
For the next election,
Forget Mulcair, this one's against Trudeau,
The dope-smoking hippie politician.

So, after proroguing the parliament,
And dissing the lib'rals,
For not having policy of their own,
For what will Harper call?

For more fairness,
For normal consumers,
Their right to buy goods without confusion,
So we can reach our debt-cap that sooner.

Miley and Dolly

This guy Steve Moccio,
Wrote the song Wrecking Ball,
As performed by Miley Cyrus, naked,
Licked sledge hammer and all,

But there's something funny going on there,
In the song's last motion,
She tried to break her love's walls, but then says,
As if she did, "I should've let you win."

Despite not actu'lly being let in,
"I will always want you,"
How did she see something inside of him,
While never breaking through?

Like Julliette,
Is it folly of youth,
Can't people be Islands in the Stream, or,
Is Billy Ray's daughter singing a truth?

Dream's Reality

I dreamt I lost three teeth,
Symb'lizing anxi'ty,
For somehow losing a part of yourself,
Is not a mind's party,

Which makes my own mind twirl with vertigo,
'Cause I don't even know,
Where my body ends and the world begins,
So can pieces of me be said to go?

Maybe what losing teeth should really mean,
Is forging a new bond,
Meshing somehow with the environment,
In a way yet not found.

We are all one,
From toes up to the teeth,
Expressing reality's potential,
Whether in waking or just in our dreams.

Syria Safe From Scrutiny

Barack's wiping his brow,
Changing his underwear,
For once, Russia's opposite intentions,
Will work in his favor,

Syria agrees to stop chemicals,
Russia won't veto that,
Meaning that congress doesn't have to vote,
And veto Obama's call for attack.

Isn't it great when everyone looks good?!
Even Mr. Assad.
Doesn't even look like he'll have to pay,
For the kids he hurt bad.

What about that?
The hundreds burned to death?
And the many more dying ev'ryday day,
While our world leaders drink to their own health.

Shurman Gets The Axe

Some say Peter Shurman,
Was sacked by Tim Hudak,
Not because of his living expenses,
But for something way back,

In two thousand and eight when he refused to,
Resign his seat to Tim.
A past favorite of leader John Tory,
Shurman prob'ly seems like a threat to him.

'Cause the details of the costs Pete had claimed,
Were cleared by the leader,
Reviewed, I'm sure, by the PC watch dogs,
To help protect Peter,

Which it did not,
Because the rules must change,
At least that is what Tim is now saying,
Which, if he act'lly likes Shurman, is strange.

The U.S. Conscience

Why is it the U.S.,
That must lead all conflict?
Forget the ethics of Assad's regime,
No one don't condemn it,

Even Russia says if it's chemical,
The world must do something,
Not that Putin's rushing to find the truth,
Losing his Syrian ally would sting.

But really, from both Bushes to Barrack,
Johnson in Vietnam,
Maybe it's just the hype of Amer'ca,
Like Miley's awards stunt,

That makes it seem,
That they're the only ones,
Who wage war without U.N. approval,
And have ulterior motivations.

Dissecting Life

Life has many stages,
Not hierarchical,
Although some you would like to leave for last,
Like congress sexual,

Others you can take or leave, like some films,
They were enjoy'ble, yes,
But did not improve your knowledge of things,
Nor did they contribute to your success,

Then there are the bittersweet ass-fuckers,
Excuse the language, mom,
These are the ones you wish didn't happen,
But preceded good ones,

And it might be,
They were needed, though mean,
Maybe they changed you in prep for the next,
Most fantastic, unbelievable dream.

Same Old News

I sometimes think humans,
Have never really changed,
Though rhetoric's said we've grown more humane,
The news remains the same.

The Snowden leaks reveal the NSA,
Has hacked the U.N.'s mail,
The biggest intel org in the U.S.,
I'm sure they just ran out of crooks to tail.

Of course the salaries and overhead,
For the team that did it,
Could likely have fed a small city or,
Pulled house-poor out of debt.

And then there's war,
Happening all the time,
Ninety-five years post the one to end all,
That could have taught us how to just be kind.

Disingenuous Syrian Resolve?

Barack added a word,
And it's 'significant',
'Bout chemical weapons in Syria,
And being militant,

It was just the use of arms chemical,
That once marked the red line,
But with hundreds of apparent victims,
His rhetoric's become more serpentine.

'Course the U.S. is in difficult times,
Failed wars, mid-east fatigue,
While roaming U.N. weapons inspectors,
Appear out of their league.

Or do they stall?
Reluctance on both sides?
The world just doesn't want to get involved,
While Assad's regime has something to hide?

Final Stand for Marijuana Laws

It was two thousand two,
When these nine senators,
As directed by our fine government,
Published this drug report.

This report states dope has no ill-effects,
No ifs, ands, buts or hows,
That Canada should let the world know this,
So Steve made it more crim'nal up to now,

While Trudeau says let's legalize this drug,
That he has smoked it too!
The Tories say he's a bad example,
Crim'nal's what crim'nals do.

Now time will tell,
If Canada's spirit,
Will vote Justin down as a law-breaker,
Or give Marijuana rights a new writ.

Quebec Government Plans to Ban Religious Symbols in Public Buildings

What is my religion?
I tend to follow Hume,
He believed morality’s grounded in,
What’s best for me and you.

This guides my life and I would fight for it,
If you pushed me to that,
As tribute to Hume and reminder, too,
I wear this orange, turbany-like hat,

It also serves as a message to all,
Who get what it’s to mean,
That if you want to get to know me read,
Morals Enquiry.

But now’s I’ve said,
If I visit Quebec,
Does Marois want me to take off my hat,
When at the bath house. Ain’t that ‘Putinesque’!?

A Rare Murder Charge for Cop James Forcillo

Forcillo's not surprised,
That charges have been brought,
Against him in the case of Sam Yatim,
For on YouTube he's caught.

Sammy's standing in an empty streetcar,
Twenty cops at the door,
Forcillo must have had somewhere to go,
And couldn't wait for Yatim anymore.

Nine shots he let fly, some after Sam fell,
Of course he lost his life
'Fore the Taser was used. That must have been,
One scary looking knife.

But James is shocked,
The call's second degree,
Meaning he wanted to kill that young man.
How many more shots he think he would need?

Two Million Have Now Fled Syria

One hundred thousand Kurds,
Enemies of Assad,
Have fled northern Syria to Iraq,
'Cause Turkey's all filled up.

Most are children escaping violence,
No food and high prices.
The U.N.'s not sure of this sudden move,
Though, there's been more fighting with Islamists,

Who're also anti-Assad, which just proves,
Vi'lent begets vi'lent,
Iraqi-Kurdistan says it will fight,
If Kurds are under threat.

It's too complex,
To really unravel,
States, terr'ists, rebels, allies and the world,
Trying to draw it all out just baffles.

Let's Just Stop Talking About It, Please

There's just too much to say,
It's so very tiring,
Trying to keep straight Ford's drug connections,
Instead of just firing.

Lisi, Price, Kordas, Kasim, Smith and Basso,
Need anymore arise?
It's not that he knows people of this ilk,
It's that Rob's smoked crack with some of these guys.

There is a point when circumstantial facts,
Tip the scales to one side,
And there's no amount of weaving this stuff,
To show he hasn't lied.

I want fairness,
And benefit of doubt,
But with no attempt at showing he's true,
It's probably time to show Rob Ford out.

Wallin's Wiggle

Pam has come a long way,
Since her days with the Corpse,
That's the CBC, if you didn't know,
Needed one syll'ble more!

Now she 'wants to be a milli-onaire',
Though maybe can't be blamed,
I've a feeling once all the senate's checked,
Many more expense fraud names will be named,

To her credit, her story's been the same,
Since Duffy had the stage,
She defends the spirit of her costs as,
Why the senate was made,

It's her duty,
When invited to speak,
Though I'm sure she wishes Deloitte had not,
Let facts of her doctored calendars leak.

Be All That You Can Be

Be all that you can be.
How will you know when y'are?
Why, when the world is bowing at your feet,
Like planets to a star,

Like mere animals envious of us,
And the way that we think,
Manip'lating Mother Nature herself,
Pushing her del'cate balance to the brink.

You'll see those 'round you and pity their state,
For they've not found the key,
That unlocks one's full potential, unless,
They're, too, all they can be,

Which might be true,
There're many realms to run,
In fact, we may all be all we can be.
God help the destiny of us humans!

Who Rules Democratic Egypt?

This is where ideals clash,
This Egyptian chaos,
It's a fulcrum of pow'r in the Mid East,
So U.S. is hands off.

The army has always been in power,
And we may never know,
Why they really thought to dethrone Morsi,
But I doubt 'twas the will of the people.

El Baradei has left the government,
A Lib'ral, in protest,
Of the army killing hundreds of those,
Protesting the gov'ment.

It breaks my heart,
People dying for what?
To hang who they desire on puppet strings?
Naming rights were never so dearly fought.

Rethinking Ford-Bashing

Wait! I may've spoke rashly,
Regarding our mayor,
True, it's no big deal to have a good time,
That's what fest'vals are for,

But he was supposed to be somewhere else,
In an official way,
Not slurring words standing beside his car,
'Bout which there are other things you could say.

So when he was rounded up by his staff,
With taxpayer's police,
It's 'cause he was already late for work,
Job shirking, if you please.

If I did that,
Drinking during work time,
I would be warned, at least, if not let go,
Doesn't he have a Staff Handbook, like mine?!