HAPPY VALENTINES DAY

A PLAGIARISED LOVE SONG
(To original melody)
Though it often seems too trite, whispered in the night
under starlight beaming bright.
I’ll say right then.
“I love you.”

Yet it can’t be thought as wrong, repeating in this song
what won’t take me very long.
To say again
“I love you.”

Clichéd phrase –
delivered through the ages
written down on pages
by dead poets in dull rhymes.
Yet always –
lovers vow and swear it
and never tire to hear it
said to them a million times.

So I’ll look into your eyes, and crystallize the words
boldly written on my heart.
At that moment of pure bliss, as our lips strain to a kiss
when you’ll know they’re really true.
As I plagiarise again the well-worn words
“I love you.”

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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TAKING US ALL FOR FOOLS

TAKING US ALL FOR FOOLS
(To tune of “Taking a Chance on Love,” by Vernon Duke & John La Touche (1940))

Here they go again.
Wanting the tax rates low again.
Pipelines flow again.
Taking us all for fools.

Greed un-spools again.
Attacking public schools again.
Spare Wall Street rules again.
Taking us all for fools.

The blame it on immigration
Big job loss scapegoat.
And welcome more automation.
Those machines, they’ll never vote.

No surprise again.
Whose wealth is sure to rise again?
Best hurry, and get wise again.
They’re taking us for fools.

Reprise
Who’s content again?
You guessed, the one percent again.
They own the president again.
Taking us all for fools.

Coal is in again.
And climate change a sin again.
And we’re supposed to grin again?
They’re taking us all for fools.

The billionaires have their own club
Trump’s Cabinet it’s called.
You’d better go find your own bub
Cause from theirs you are blackballed.

Tempers flare again.
Hard to believe they’d dare again.
Denying us health- care again.
Taking us all for fools.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THE GREAT EXPLAINER

Watching Sunday’s Meet the Press, I was amused by Vice President Pence’s slick effort at trying to explain President Trump’s latest faux pas. Do you wonder what Pence is really thinking?

THE GREAT EXPLAINER
(To the tune of “The Great Pretender,” by Buck Ram as recorded by Tony Williams
and The Platters (1955))

Oh yes, I’m the great explainer
Explaining for President Trump
When he’s uncouth.
And offends the truth.
With a straight-face I rescue the chump.

Oh yes, I’m the great explainer.
When our president’s making no sense.
Then I alibi.
Sidestep and deny.
Trump relies on his friend Mr. Pence.

His mouth is as wide as his ego and pride.
His head thick as lead, does a brain dwell inside?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, I’m the great explainer
Defending what can’t be explained.
His outrageous flair.
Leads to my blank stare.
By the end of the day I feel drained.
And fearing my future is stained.

His mouth is as wide as his ego and pride.
His head thick as lead, does a brain dwell inside?

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yes, I’m the great explainer.
I humor that billionaire snob.
For within my reach.
Should the gang impeach.
Lies my path to the world’s greatest job.
And you thought I’m a sycophant gob?
Well, no minion am I to that slob.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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THE WORST IS YET TO COME

THE WORST IS YET TO COME
(To the tune of The Best is Yet to Come, by Shannon Greene and Todd N. Terry)

Out of the candidates, we’ve selected the rump.
The words stick in my throat saying President Trump
And now I fear, right here, the worst is yet to come

The worst is yet to come, that’s becoming quite clear
I’m so afraid the harm will be more than I fear

Issuing orders every day.
Brewing un-needed fights.
Closing our borders come what may.
Stepping on precious rights.

The worst is yet to come, cloaked the devil arrives
The worst is yet to come, pray the country survives.

Pray this land survives
He’s certain to go too far.
We used to care about lives.
Let’s not forget who we are.

The worst is yet to come, meaner than it now seems.
The worst is yet to come, out to steal your dreams.

Lyric © 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esq.
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ALTERNATIVE FACTS

ALTERNATIVE FACTS
(To original melody)

Dreamers see the world through rose-colored glasses.
Trumpists carve-up truth to hoodwink the masses
“Alternative facts aren’t facts.”*
Yet are spoken, and no one retracts.

Will Trump be a president of glowing revivals?
Or White House resident of angry reprisals?
Who childishly reacts?
Promoting alternative facts.

There’s truth and there is fiction
All falsehoods breed friction
One can’t alter the truth
However clever the diction.

A scary man who is driven by ego.
We’ve put at the helm. God help us, as we go.
With President Trump, who can relax?
Cause when our GDP contracts.
I fear he’ll claim it’s still growing.
Declare he’s all knowing.
Defending his smug little world.
Of alternative facts.

*Chuck Todd, NBC’s Meet the Press moderator, responding to Trump senior advisor Kellyanne Conway’s statement about the White House Press Secretary’s mischaracterization of the inauguration crowd’s size (Meet the Press, January 23, 2017)

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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WHAT’S SO GOOD ABOUT THE NEWS?

WHAT’S SO GOOD ABOUT THE NEWS?
(To the tune of “What’s so Good About Goodbye?” by Smokey Robinson as recorded by The Miracles)

What’s so good about the news?
All it does is give me the blues.
Read how Trump can get elected
and how Putin is suspected.
Tell me, what’s so good about it?*
I could have done without it.*
What’s so good about the news?

In the Wall Street Journal today.
Read they’ll take my health plan away.
Though I’m healthy, I’m not wealthy.
And I can’t afford miscues.
Tell me, what’s so great about it?
I’d be OK without it.
What’s so great about the news?

Be like Trump and never read.
What a sheltered life I would lead.
Thinking ignorance is blissful
But that man is just abysmal
Tell you what’s so good about it?
We’d all be dumb without it
That’s what’s good about the news.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg except starred (*) lines verbatim from original song.
All rights reserved.

TRUMP WILL BE PRESIDENT

TRUMP WILL BE PRESIDENT
(To the tune of “Little Girl Blue,” by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)

Intro

When his campaign began
I thought it was all in fun.
Another game to stoke his name
To my chagrin he’s won
And nothing feels quite the same
Dems sit and wonder who’s to blame.
Worry reigns over DC
Worry raindrops fall on me

Verses

I sit here and feel the raindrops
Storm clouds have sent
Feeling all spent.
Why am I feeling like the raindrops?
Trump will be president.

I sit here and mourn the future
Under this gent
Who’ll not repent
Why do I worry o’er the future?
Trump will be president.

Bridge

What can we do?
What can this man do to us?
Have you read Sinclair Lewis?
Threats He wrote of should clue us.
Not to trust, this con man
We’ll soon call
President Trump.

Reprise Bridge

Why feel so glum?
Although this is a bummer
He’s winter’s cold harsh Drummer
In four-year’s-time may come a
Summer, wise man
To dethrone
President Trump.

Lyric © by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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GETTING ALL MY FACTS ON FACEBOOK

This post was inspired by Johnathan Mahler’s New York Times Sunday Magazine (1/1/2017) article “Search Party”

GETTING ALL MY FACTS ON FACEBOOK
(To the tune of “There’s a Small Hotel,” by Richard Rodgers and Lorenz Hart)

Trolling from some news
That will serve my views
Getting all my facts on Facebook.

Whey check for a source?
Trust that site? Of course!
I’m getting all my facts on Facebook.

What is true or untrue is
No longer consequential
Tweets are instrumental
Presidential.

No one wants the facts
Lies are what attracts
Likes and followers on Facebook

Post a made-up rumor
To create abject confusion
Give truth a contusion
Spread delusion.

Truth’s now pliable
What’s undeniable?
Reality’s a cake
With fake news quick to bake
When getting all my facts on Facebook.

© 2017 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS

Make the merry very. Keep the folly jolly are the usual themes for Christmas songs. But, what of those who don’t feel the merriment, who are alone on Christmas, who feel unloved and empty?  No one drops by to say hello or to share a hot toddy. No one calls. There is no special one to hug and snuggle with when the snow and temperature fall. “Not Like Christmas” was written for Eleanor Rigby and all the lonely people. The link is to a Youtube.com audio-visual presentation.

The lyrics below have been slightly modified from the version linked above.

NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS
(Words and music by Robert and Marc Steinberg)

Snowflakes flutter down on the town-square
Evening wears a white coverall.
But I’m alone, and Christmas alone.
It’s not like Christmas at all.

Happy children laugh at a snowman
Mistletoe hangs over the hall.
I’m so alone, no girl of my own.
It’s not like Christmas at all.

Throw away those pretty decorations.
I might celebrate but what for?
What’s the use of dressin’ up?
When no friends come messin’ up
The welcome mat at my front door.

Everyone is warm
Sheltered from the storm.
Waiting for Santa to call.
I’m alone and Christmas alone.
It’s not like Christmas at all.

© 1984, 1994 by Robert and Marc Steinberg

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

IF I AM THANKFUL

If I am thankful for my home
I will shelter the homeless
If I am thankful for this meal
I will feed the hungry

If I am thankful my children are safe
I will protect all children
If I am thankful for being loved
I will bestow loving kindness on all

If I am thankful for my portion
I will give generously to the needy
If I am thankful for my talents
I will keep mindful my failings

If I am thankful for my freedom
I will respect the rights of others
If I am thankful for this life
I will revere the miracle it represents

If I do not,
I am not truly thankful,
Only selfish

© 2010 by Robert S. Steinberg, Esquire
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