by Rick Young | Dec 15, 2020 | Poem
Billy, Barr the door.
He’ll be A.G no more.
Word is that on Christmas eve,
this sly sycophant will leave.
It is said he lost Don’s favor
when the big hoax didn’t savor.
The fraud that Bill couldn’t find
made poor Donnie lose his mind.
As it was all just pretend,
Billy couldn’t hold his end.
Two hard years of kissing ass,
now he’s expelled from the class.
There’ll now be no nth degree
in advanced high trickery.
Figured he’d best hit the trail
before there came talk of jail.
His next job might be construction,
based on his skills at obstruction.
He’d excel, it’s no surprise,
as CEO of telling lies.
Some say he’ll keep out of trouble
hanging out with Barney Rubble.
But a man with his mean skill
hankers, oft, for one more kill.
by Rick Young | Dec 12, 2020 | Poem
Charlie Pride has died
of Covid complications,
first black superstar to play
on country music stations.
Sara Palin took to Georgia,
urging “crush the vote,”
wearing buckskin, in, we hope,
her final fool’s footnote.
L’il Wayne pled guilty
to a federal firearms charge.
Having a gold sidearm
is just part of livin’ large.
Baby Yoda, hottest toy
of this holiday season.
Let him talk Elf off the Shelf,
restore some Jedi reason.
Lastly, BTS named
entertainer of the year.
But do not fret, their Time will pass.
There is nothing to fear.
by Rick Young | Dec 11, 2020 | Poem
A spree of executions in his last months as the king.
As far as hurting people goes, he hasn’t missed a thing.
Even Kim K couldn’t talk him into clemency.
He’s out the door, will try no more for simple decency.
He’s got way too much on his mind to worry about death.
To holding to his legacy, he’ll give his every breath.
He doesn’t want to be a laughing stock amongst dictators.
He’s searching for some device which will vaporize his haters.
If he could just succeed in wrecking our democracy,
he’d become the greatest autocrat in history.
Putin, Kim and Erdogan would bow down to his power.
All the world would be unfurled around his golden tower.
And, when he takes his fall, which will occur before too long,
his crash will be a smash, the greatest comedown since King Kong.
by Rick Young | Dec 4, 2020 | Poem
He’s grifting on his way out the door.
What’s left behind will be a grim eyesore.
He’s pulling up the carpets from the floor.
They’ve let him loose and there will be much more.
He’ll turn the oval office to a fish aquarium,
rent the Lincoln bedroom out as sanitarium.
He’ll sell the oldest silverware, even hock the drapes.
When he gets through, the place will look like Planet of the Apes.
The one thing he’ll pull off, to have his minions deem him cleric,
is switching out expensive art for finger paints by Eric.
by Rick Young | Dec 1, 2020 | Poem
Come on down to Buy A Pardon.
It’s paradise without the garden.
It’s Eden with a lot more snakes.
It’s where big bucks buy bigger breaks.
No matter what your lowdown ways,
we’ll have you out in thirty days.
No matter if you’re friend to me.
You don’t get out of jail for free.
We call the payments campaign contributions.
You have a problem and we have solutions.
If you kill a protester down on Fifth Avenue.
Worry not, you big hot shot, we’ve got an out for you.
Assassinate a nuclear scientist in Iran?
No problem, buy a pardon, hide your life out in Japan.
Our closeout and holiday sales are sure to be a hit.
Amazing how a lot of green can get you out of shit.
Remember, buy your pardon before we get out the door.
Otherwise you’ll have to wait ’til twenty-twenty-four.
