Gene Moutoux's Poetry


Sedulous temporization

Overtly factitious oration

Risible expatiation

Adamant mental stagnation


Speakers some sanguine some dying

Some telling the truth and some lying

Truisms constantly flying

Somnolence no oneís denying


An ulcer on Congressís luster

Dame Justice once said it nonplussed her

To steal from the poor would be juster

My God, itís a damned filibuster

Please don't take this poem as a serious political statement. Democracy means nothing at all if it doesn't preserve minority rights. I consider the filibuster to be one expression of these rights. - G.M.

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