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| 19 January 1993 |
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| Cheryl B. Horton Criminal District Court, Section "A" 2700 Tulane Ave. New Orleans, LA 70118 |
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| Re: Current Events |
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| Dear Cheri: |
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| Ode To An Inaugural Poet |
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| I. |
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Ms. Angelou, my dear dear Maya, It is yours to tell the USA How from frying pan into fire Will Bill leap on his first day. |
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Mention too the PC thing: American Reunion stars should not sing While wearing skins of dead Tigers; Better to use cotton or petro-based fibers. |
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Kennedy's poet was Robert Frost, And Carter's bard was Dickey. Today white males can image cost, To trick bean counters is tricky. |
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Although you are a woman and of African descent, Please shun a message from that narrow bent. Tell us instead what we all yearn to hear; Things will be better, smooth sailing is near. |
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Tell us it is we the people who matter; With your talent, this you can arrange. 'Twixt despair and hope we'll choose the latter, And the Yalie from Hope has promised us change. |
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Tell us Bill and Al are smart and mean well, But what we need even a lobbyist can't sell. As a country we need to live and work as one, Not separate people of separate colors, each with a gun. |
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Tell us this, Maya, and let your words be heeded by the moguls and the masses and the Hollywood Glitter. No doubt a new start is what America needed, And a stern warning from you, our strengths we can't fritter. |
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Since no limit was put on the length of your rhyme, Perhaps you'll consider adding a line of mine. But please, only if you truly have time. If only you could, indeed it would be fine. |
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Tell that bloated buffoon Rush to shut his fat face; Tell him if he won't do it, we'll resort to the mace. Tell the hate-monger Buchanan and his religious-right buddies, No one will listen to a bunch of old fuddy-duddies. |
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With the satellites aloft, to points east you can talk, So tell Iraq's evil mullah, his number we have got, And if in torturing and killing, he'll not balk, He'll not hear in his slumber that stealthy final shot. |
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Advise Germany that geography is its genuine foe, Not the Gypsies and the Turks who move to and fro. Haitians are no worry to our ocean-bordered nation, From poverty, not politics they seek liberation. |
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It's asylum they want and that's what we give them, Behind barbed wire fences from each shabby little boat. Put the skinheads to work if Gypsies are a problem, For the good of the Motherland -- build a moat. |
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If time permits, a sage word to Israel's Jews. Banishing Hamas muslims will only shorten the fuse. In a powderkeg region, can't tolerance be tried? On this Allah and Yahweh both have relied. |
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All problems can't be solved by the poetry you deliver, I hope with Bill and Al in front there is no need to fret. They'll follow your counsel (and Hillary's), on this I would bet. I am something of a betting man, so ask the crowd to consider Taking Buffalo and the points, then I'll be with Dallas set. |
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| More Later, |
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| David J. L'Hoste |
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| DJL/djl |
| cc: Bernard A. Horton Russell B. Ramsey Denise F. L'Hoste Paul D. Cordes Adrian C. Benjamin, Jr. |