The Singing Bridge

Jean@jeanedouardpouliot.com

Audio versions of stories, songs and poems from my substack, "Jean Pouliot Verse and Prose." I write and sing about current events and my experience as a Franco-American. jeanpouliot.substack.com

Episodes

  1. Where Can They Be? (The Epstein Files)

    11/13/2025

    Where Can They Be? (The Epstein Files)

    Chorus:Oh tell me, where can they be? Tell me, where did they go? The Epstein files….We need to know!Which of our leaders is a monster and who’s just a naughty boy.The Epstein files….We need to know! Pam Bondi had them on her desk. She told us just as muchAnd then she said the files do not exist!I oughtn’t say that she’s a liar, but her pantsuit is on fireAnd so I… cannot resist. Mike Johnson, pure and holy told the Congress to depart.Said Rep Grijalva would just have to wait.To cast the vote to read the folder of who bedded girls not oldEnough to … high school graduate. The White House says it’s Democrats whose names are in the filesBut we prefer to see for ourselves.Cuz where there’s smoke there’s fire; would our leadership conspireTo remove … them from the shelf? I smell a rat, a big one, slith’ring through the DC hallsIn orange fur and a hay bale for his hair.If you prove me wrong then I’ll be sorry, and atone by gorry,‘Less his name is in them everywhere. Republican or Democrat, or Independent plutocratWe … are … on your slimy trail!Do not pass Go, collect two hundred dollars if you’ve blunderedJust get out….go straight to jail! Bonus verse: If you have a log in your eye, don’t point out the speck in mine—The Savior warned disciples to beware.But I see a forest poking from your sockets, are you jokingThat your sight…. needs no repair? Optional tag after final verse:Who of our leaders is a rapist and who is a pedophile;Who needs to dominate their women and molest a precious child;Who likes to traffic in teenagers and walk in as they get dressed;Whose every word attacking others is a sin they should confess;The Epstein files….We need to know! This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jeanpouliot.substack.com/subscribe

    4 min
  2. ICE Raid, Chicago, October 1, 2025

    10/08/2025

    ICE Raid, Chicago, October 1, 2025

    (Trigger warning: extreme vulgarity) Note: Ij the early morning hours of October 1, 2025, a Black Hawk helicopter dropped ICE agents into a residential bloc in Chicago, netting 37 undocumented individuals. plus others, including undressed and half-dressed children who were zip tied together and loaded into a U-haul truck. An ICE agent, challenged about detaining the children, is reported to have responded, “F**k them kids.” The following is intended to be sung theatrically between a terrified child, ICE agents, and a crowd of sympathetic onlookers that is finding its voice. Look at the sky, peer in the darknessCan you see why cable is dangling?Chatter of blades, light in the windowHide under the bed, hugging your pillow Boots on the stairs, relentlessly poundingCursing and shouts, in my ear soundingSplintering wood, Mama is screamingShutting my eyes, hope I am dreaming ICE: F**k them babies, F**k them kids!Flickering beams, here in my bedroomBreaking of glass and gasoline fumesHere I was safe, mattress flips overNo more escape, soldier takeover ICE: F**k them babies, F**k them kids! Pinching my wrist, wet my pajamasMama and sis, face down on the sofaFly down the stair, glove under my armpitICE: Shut the f**k up, here on the dirt sit ICE: F**k them babies, F**k them kids!ICE: F**k them babies, F**k them kids!Onlookers: Save them babies, save them kids!ICE: F**K THEM BABIES, F**K THEM KIDS!Onlookers (louder each time): Save them Babies, save them kids! This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jeanpouliot.substack.com/subscribe

    2 min
  3. The Road to Jericho, Texas

    10/07/2025

    The Road to Jericho, Texas

    Here’s a new song I am trying out, based on an old story I heard in church. On the gravel road that led to Jericho, Texas, a big oil man was set upon by thieves.They swapped his Silverado for skull fracture – of his ruby ring and gold watch was relieved. The man lay hurt, red rivers on his forehead – he lifted up his head to hear or see.If anyone would stop to hear his pleading on that dusty, desert road of misery.Chorus:So, who is my compadre, mi amigo? Who will answer first to Heaven’s urgent plea?The one whose journey slowed, grace and tender mercy showedIs just who a loving child of God should be A sheriff passed and then a country preacher in a mad stampede to get where they were bound.For the start of court and church they were expected and sped right by the figure on the ground. The man lay broken in the scorching sunshine, a-praying for an angel or a friend.As the sun sank low toward the far horizon, the man expected this might be the end. A Mexican without ID was passing – a-running from the border and the law.A bloody bundle in his path trespassing. He flinched at all the damage that he saw. He gave the last drop from his own botijo and lifted the poor man onto his back.He lurched to-ward the town he’s been avoiding to get the man the medicine he lacked. He found a sala de emergencias and lay his load on a cot on a quiet floor.Left a hundred-peso note, said Dios te salve. Then slipped into the darkness out the door. Copyright © 2025 Jean Edouard Pouliot. All rights reserved. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit jeanpouliot.substack.com/subscribe

    4 min

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Audio versions of stories, songs and poems from my substack, "Jean Pouliot Verse and Prose." I write and sing about current events and my experience as a Franco-American. jeanpouliot.substack.com