by Rick Young | May 16, 2017 | Poem
He was caught in bed with spies,
covered head to toe in lies.
He’d revealed some secret codes,
and, as drastic as that bodes,
there were rumors he’d done worse,
blister on the universe.
Yet his people found him funny,
even as he took their money.
Like an addict to his power,
he grew bolder by the hour,
met his critics with derision,
and his skewed malignant vision
put his populace in danger.
He was clearly a Lone Ranger.
With the one-percent his Tonto,
he was getting richer, pronto.
There would clearly come a day
he’d hi-ho Silver away.
Then a small group did get wise
and this posse gained in size.
When these rebels of fake news
finally verified his ruse,
they said, "It’s not O.K., pal,"
and surrounded his corral.
He was dragged off, spitting bile,
put in custody for trial.
He’d played his country fast and loose
and now awaits impeachment’s noose.
by Rick Young | May 3, 2017 | Poem
Echo soundlessly inward
beyond vegetable borders
of limited dysfunctional reality.
Confound irretrievable memory
descending genetic ropes
toward fathomless new beginnings.
Explore erased capacities.
Ignore external duplicity.
Delve, unshelve and declassify.
Investigate, extrapolate, dematerialize.
(for Dr. Benjamin Spock 5/2/2903)
by Rick Young | May 2, 2017 | Poem
We’re caulking up the cracks in the facade of our reason.
Environmental factors aren’t responsible this season.
It seems that all the wear and tear is coming from within,
‘tween where propaganda ends and outright lies begin.
Minds exposed to massive doses of prepared corrosion
tend to teeter on the brink of shut down or explosion.
Bandages and blindfolds offered as some kind of fix
only tend to obscure the base nature of their tricks.
They’ll sell their own brand of madness as a healing factor,
led not by a ruler but a simple two-bit actor.
Hammer, nails and sweat prevails, but only with a vision.
Workers, come together. You don’t deserve this derision.
by Rick Young | May 1, 2017 | Poem
Up at three a.m. again, sittin’ on the can.
Sweatin’ out all last night’s gin, worried ’bout the man.
He shut off my internet, even killed my phone.
Am I frightened? Yeah, you bet! I am not alone.
Police are like a strike force now, armored law god’s sons.
In the street, it’s pow, pow, pow! Everyone got guns.
Me, I got no weapon bigger than a kitchen knife.
If I go out steppin’, I am bound to lose my life.
So I barricade the door, block the windows, too.
Got no food, can’t reach the store. Not much I can do.
Things look bleaker every day. Soon my blood will flow.
Even if I get away, got no place to go.
by Rick Young | Apr 30, 2017 | Poem
Where you can see Van Gogh’s Q-tip: ear wax museum
She always complains about her high rent at the DaVinci apartment complex: moaner leaser
What the Xerox thief figured he’d do in court: Copy Cop a plea
Sox Hall Of Fame catcher patted down at airport: Carlton Frisk
Russian leader snubs Trump’s hotel while in NYC: Putin in the Ritz
Best gloves to wear in a dojo: karate kidskin
Famous CNN woman host has a frivolous day off: Maddow lark
Hoop star Kobe’s private roadway: Lane Bryant
Erle Stanley Gardner’s novel about attorney Perry’s time in the Marines: Mason jarhead
The red headed stranger’s entire music catalog: full Nelson
Physician’s photo session while posing atop reddish-brown horse:
sitting of the doc on the bay
Best backup singer ever’s info survey: Emmy Lou Harris poll
Is this currency good in this country?: wonder bread
Hideaway sleeping device caught in swirling flood waters: eddy Murphy bed
What Sir Edmund Hillary said when warned that Tensing had put on some extra pounds:
"Nothing he could weigh would scare me away from my guide"
Former fireball pitcher Nolan won’t let his own boy behind the plate when he’s pitching:
don’t let the son catch you, Ryan
"I Am Woman" singer’s dominatrix prop: Helen Reddy whip
Anyone who overreacts when winning a pinball game: Al Pachinko
Irish singer Morrison trying to flag down a cab: Van hailin’
New Starbucks treat made with horse milk: pony espresso
What Sergio became when he won the Masters: cheery Garcia
Bigfoot planning to sneak into camp to steal food: hairy plotter
Patient accidentally pees on the floor, covers it with hospital gown: johnny on the spot
If action actor Dwayne Johnson had male triplets, what he would call the last born:
third son from The Rock
Richie Cunningham portrayer’s butt: Howard’s end
What the wicked witch said to Julia Roberts: "I’ll get you, my Pretty Woman"
Selling "Tea For The Tillerman" CD’s on the street: Cat Stevens hawking
Spill mayonnaise after reading 33 pages of music: Miracle Whip on 34th sheet
Social satirist Mort’s preferred mode of transportation: Sahl train
When Robin William’s alien character worked for a pest control company:
Mork from Orkin
Scottish singer Donovan’s pathway in Oz: Mellow Yellow brick road
An extreme diva’s favorite season: prima donna summer
He sang the sea urchin version of "Venus": Frankie abalone
When one needs M&M’s to get through the day: candy crutch
New non-fiction tome about trends: faze book
" Folsom Prison" singer meets "Pet Detective" actor: Cash and Carrey
Magnum P.I. star allergic to gluten: Tom Celiac
Family Feud star Steve’s new sleepwear line: P.J. Harvey
"Rock Around the Clock" singer’s funny book: Haley’s comic
Fan base of legendary Looney Tunes voice artist Mel: Blanc generation
What the cowboys wanted to do when they spotted a field of large black birds: rustle crow
He sang the dog version of "I Get By With a Little Help From My Friends": Joe Cocker spaniel
Sing-along long distance runner: Mitch miler
The game that infuriated Art Garfunkle: Simon says
Favorite late night host of canines: Jimmy kibble
Mozart’s flatulence problem: classical gas
What they called Lancelot when he got insanely happy on Easter morn upon receiving marshmallow chix: gladdest knight and the peeps
Beauty contest for women with broken limbs: Miss Cast
Largest eel ever caught in Holland: moray Amsterdam
French king who was a real shit: Louis the turd
A very sloppy DNA splicer: Gene Hackman
Last climb before Dogma Mountain: Faith Hill
Big purple hot dog for kids: Barney Frank
What you call a pale man in a speedo: Whitey Bulger
Catholic church’s highest ranking kangaroo: Joey Bishop
Worst job at the International House of Insects: gnat turner
Late beloved Boston Pops conductor reshingles : Fiedler on the roof
Electronic book exposed to a gale: Kindle in the wind
Color of well-functioning brain: sane grey
Derive no pleasure from hypochondriacal aches: I get no kick from sham pain
Horror movie wherein monster emerges from a charred peanut:
Creature From the Black Legume.
