by Rick Young | Jul 15, 2020 | Story
T is still damned steaming mad about his tax returns.
Says he will release them all when San Francisco burns.
Colonel Vindman calls it quits and cites intimidation.
You don’t lie, he blinds your eye. It’s part of the equation.
Jeff Sessions don’t learn lessons. Now he’s lost his primary.
Lost to an Auburn football coach, politically a cherry.
The Oakie Gov., a git named Stitt, went to T’s Tulsa fest,
and just announced he’s positive. He just got back the test.
Ivanka’s pimping Goya as if it were faberge.
Those black beans were the closest thing to funk she’d seen that day.
Lemongrass in cow diets can cut methane emissions.
Who would even think that there were bovine statisticians?
Boston won’t run swan boats on the common pond this year.
Could be swan songs for both boats and Fenway hopes, some fear.
Lastly, pray for RBG, resting with an infection.
Don’t let a doctor with small hands administer injection.
by Rick Young | Jul 14, 2020 | Story
Late night federal execution just made its comeback,
opening the door of our despondency a crack.
Body of ‘Glee’ actress finally found, drowned, in a lake.
Tear gas companies are thriving in the protests’ wake.
Black residents of Jacksonville do not want T-bag there.
To nominate him on Axe-handle hate date is not fair.
Black Lives Matter mural defaced in front of his tower.
If inspired, he can do a hate crime every hour.
Pompeo’s sending war boats out to prowl South China Sea.
Meanwhile the pandemic’s blame’s now placed on Doc Fauci.
Roger Stone is running free, but Mueller’s going to court.
If this was a demo world, we all could push ‘abort.’
But it’s our land and it’s our band of vipers in control.
It’s pretty clear our country dear has lost heart, mind and soul.
by Rick Young | Jul 9, 2020 | Story
School kids working factories or maybe down the mine.
History repeats itself. Give this baby time.
They don’t need no ABC’s when con’s the bottom line.
Two and two do not add up. The system is the crime.
Underemployed children are the scourge of working nations.
K through twelve have up to now been on some long vacations.
Our workforce will incorporate them through dire machinations.
They’ll get ‘fair’ pay and then, mid-day, be treated to C-rations.
They’ll get time outs to play outside on the merry-go-round.
We know if we work them too hard, they’ll go underground.
No more under-employment then, the reasoning is sound.
Hard proof the world’s most heartless leader right here can be found.
by Rick Young | Jul 4, 2020 | Story
Watch out, here comes the Statue Force,
new product of his peeve,
where broken rebels stay the course
so we can proudly grieve.
A garden of the fallen,
traitors, baiters and the like,
will have protesters bawlin’.
It’s a massive dummy strike.
Along with southern founders,
and great heroes of the war,
will be scoundrels, scum and bounders
who knew what this country’s for.
It’s a get-back revolution,
fighting leftist angry mobs,
who’d take away our statues,
wives, sons, mothers and our jobs.
The Statue Force will fight, of course,
for our right to bear arms.
And many do ride horses.
It’s just one of their vast charms.
Our monuments will save us
from this “cancel culture” wave.
Their memory will engrave us
with the silence of the brave.
by Rick Young | Jun 19, 2020 | Story
Trump’s all over the news today,
trying to crowd out Juneteenth in his not so subtle way.
There’s even talk of what he knows of Roswell UFO’s,
his nazi signs on twitter and the pouches in his nose.
Manipulated video he posted was removed.
His mail-in-voting rants ramp up as if he was behooved.
The ralliers in Tulsa have been lined up for a week.
Some are there to touch his garment, some to hear him speak.
It’s turned into an all-day fest with stages in and out.
The BOK Center indoors will be a petri dish, no doubt.
And if he loses voters to the virus with his show,
he won’t care, he hates them, as not many seem to know.
He’s emphasized tomorrow will be one “hell of a night.”
For some it’s swell, for others, hell. Maybe he got that right.
by Rick Young | Jun 14, 2020 | Story
Just saw an ad for “grunt style” clothes.
They’ll push the army up our nose.
It’s bad enough troops in our streets,
and they’re not there for meet-and-greets,
but now we have to wear their duds,
and flounce around like Elmer Fudds?
There’s little charm in army fashions,
’bout as tasty as C-rations.
Olive green and basic black,
fresh off Uncle Sam’s clothes rack.
“Oh, Sarge, you look so fine to me.
What is that look called, infantry ?”
We know that rugged men like camo.
Gives them pockets for their ammo.
In certain states, accessories,
like M-15’s are bound to please.
But here comes a fashion warnin’,
can’t tell civvies from the sworn-in.
Countries become very scary
when they turn all military.
People, please consider class.
And shove that “grunt style” up their ass.
