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.
by Rick Young | Nov 28, 2020 | Poem
Will Trump sell our secrets
to the Russians to pay debts?
When he leaves his office,
that’s the utmost of our threats.
He’s talked of secret weapons.
Those details are worth some dough.
What goes on inside his brain
is something we can’t know.
We do know he owes billions
and the debts are coming due.
So, what would be the harm
of selling off a code or two?
The only things he’s good at
are the grift, steal, cheat and scam.
The worry is he’ll cash us in
and take it on the lam.
by Rick Young | Nov 26, 2020 | Poem
The gourd tradition on Thanksgiving
was passed down from dead to living.
Gourds were always on the table,
in the hut, the barn, the stable.
The fourth magi brought a gourd,
never made it to the lord.
Gourds have a great history.
Why is still a mystery.
Maybe when the gourds are gone
comes a time when swords are drawn.
But when there are gourds aplenty,
we should think of twenty-twenty.
Seen our share of gourds with bumps,
elongated humpty humps,
gourds with stripes and pumpkins blue,
twisted gourds from Bonzai Two.
Gourds in every market stand,
on the beaches, in the sand.
Gourds with altered DNA.
Some can even speak, they say.
“No more gourds,” we scream to God.
“They’re morphing into something odd.”
Arisen in the street, new lords,
dogma spouting angry gourds.
“You’ll not squash us any more!
We’re not the gourds we were before.”
by Rick Young | Nov 25, 2020 | Poem
Trump’s pardon of Flynn today
followed the pardon of a turkey.
They say the next one up in line’s
the Notorious Beef Jerky.
Then liberate some KFC,
and Popeye’s chicken, Ooh-ooh-wee.
Then let’s get donuts out of jail
and pay Ronald MacDonald’s bail.
We’ll spring the Hardee’s/Arby’s gang,
and end the pardons with a bang.
And, so, make room in that clown car
for legendary Billy Barr.
Not the Kid, but just as vicious,
his crime trail no less pernicious.
In the Orange Gang’s crime ring,
he would rank with Burger King.
Word is Trump might even pardon
salad bars at Olive Garden.
Here is something seldom said:
this swamp is very well fed.
