Nancy … Nancy … Nancy …


There are no clinics for cynics Just critics who like to visit

These civic duties are gimmicks No human should ever mimic.

They are prolific, acidic, each minute they pivot

They ape as being gifted, terrific, but their spirits are wicked


Do they have sufficient logistics, or disingenuous statistics?

Or fathomed characteristics, of those pessimistic

They preach as optimistic, to further their position.

You think their way is sufficient, it is far from sufficient.


It’s one thing to be ambitious, but at least be consistent

Perhaps persistence, insistence, at the least be specific

But if your predisposition, has no credible witness

Then, can we be realistic, that the facts were omitted.


You have Munchausen syndrome, a thousand lies that were told

You brought the crowds, the new and old, cloud their minds with control

Such ceaseless spouting is morose. We’re drowning and you condone

You razed the House and your home, and I’m doubting you’ll atone


You’re so somber, so serious?!? An author, delirious.

These words are doctored, insidious, unmet by most criterions.

News, Ha! You’ve conquered media and contoured materials

You’ve reformed the imperials, put more in Siberia.


I’ve pondered if you’re invidious, your honor is spurious,

My bother is contrarious, yet you squander experience

Your views are usurious, but what I find very curious,

How you say you’re quite serious, but you sound so delirious


Deception is passed as expense, with the inception commenced

While defending partisan nonsense, the inception progressed

Redemption lays out the success, while dissecting a caucus

with attention spans so immense, we all feel you are pompous


This aggression isn’t honest, not to mention obnoxious

thin perceptions of a novice, but the tension fills pockets

That’s it! I get it, check boxes, the unvetted stay lawless

The Iranis are flawless, like daisies in August.


Hypocrites malign and they chide, and depict it as pride

Nihilists destroy and abide, as addicts near fratricide

Counterfeit to the core they ride, submitting to suicide

While demons befit the countryside, with wit unqualified.


How quick they commit to confide, but throw a fit when denied

notions contradict all their lies, ones that fit all their guys.

Lies beget lies with eyes open wide, the truth is out, down the poles they slide

When you ripped the speech it just amplified, that we can no longer dignify.


It’s no surprise you’re a zealot, you can’t deny the devil yet

Want to advise about Heaven, but despise and blemish

The skies are high like your melon, your allies rebellious

Taking benzos to your helmet, they surmise in your telling


The tempest will rise in that hellcat, which implies this pandemic,

is an enterprise of your effort, you’ve lionized and embellished

Now the world knows that you’re jealous, each shredded page makes you selfish

The accolades from this relic, should be cuffs like a felon.


Sad that you knew of this rebellion, deep in the cracks you saw the venom,

Even though the whiskey beckons, you knew this was Armageddon

You knew that Schiff couldn’t sell it, And AOC was a dilettante

That Warren was a sycophant, and Bernie’s plan wasn’t relevant


Yet you were looking so ambivalent, unsure who was your new instrument

You ripped the script to implement, your defiance and your insolence.

Now you tout it like you meant it, that you’re the reason politics ended

That lines in the sand were indented, never to be crossed or assented


Where did old Nancy go, the snake charmer, gin-soaked mug, her insides no warmer

Cannon fodder for those true reporters, such childlike antics, of a sideshow performer

I loathe her views, her lack of all armor, letting zealots push their sick views forward

Her grasp of life grows shorter and shorter, some call it chaos, she calls it order.


We sit now at this carrefour, where Trump is now coroner

Your side is rooted in disorder; time of death, please someone inform her.

Those few left, your real supporters, devoured by AOC and her crazy horrors.

Here comes Bernie, it’s something you conjured, how’s it feel to be left in the corner?


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9 thoughts on “Nancy…Nancy…Nancy…

  • February 9, 2020 at 4:51 PM

    In the world I come from – Trump has all the democrats “goat” if you recognize this analogy…lol.. Love this piece and very well penned Paul.

    • February 9, 2020 at 6:56 PM

      Lol Kurt. He’s irritating the crap out of them and I for one am loving every minute of it. The swamp is deep in this country and someone has to drain it.

    • February 9, 2020 at 7:01 PM

      It’s so bad. She knew this impeachment was a bad play on her part, yet she got bullied by the radicals in her party and now has to run with it. Bad form Nancy, bad form. Thanks so much for your comment Phyllis

    • February 9, 2020 at 7:02 PM

      Thank you Rasma. The Democrats are doing a fine job giving me material. Lol

  • February 13, 2020 at 1:29 AM

    An amazing poem, Paul. I am impressed by the work you put into this and I can feel your ire and even satisfaction with the outcome.

    • February 13, 2020 at 3:48 PM

      It definitely was a little of both at the end John. Thank you so much for your kind words. Glad you liked it.


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