by Rick Young | Jan 20, 2020 | Poem
Tomorrow we are going to impeach.
It’s been three years but now it is in reach.
Of course the fix is in.
Truth takes it on the chin.
But one must hope there’s lessons it will teach.
Like don’t elect a crook for president.
You saw his campaign, how it was hell bent.
He tossed money to the rich,
treated poor folks like his bitch.
He’s done not one good thing in time he’s spent.
He’s demeaned women, often for a laugh.
He looked to the swamp to fill his staff.
His lies became a running joke.
He dropped one every time he spoke.
And he would never admit to a gaffe.
He’s cuddled up to dictators worldwide.
He even claims that Putin’s on his side.
And what of Kim Jong-un,
the North Korean goon,
who’s taken his good friend for one wild ride.
He’s pulled us to the brink of a world war,
and says that’s okay, what are missiles for?
Our allies he has dumped,
and now he’s super pumped,
even though impeachment’s at the door.
He knows Republicans have got his back.
The Senate has turned to his own love shack.
They haven’t got the balls
to dis him in their halls.
And so he will continue his attack.
To liberty we’ll have to bid farewell
if we allow four more years of this hell.
He’ll decimate our history.
The truth will be a mystery.
This once great land will be an empty shell.
One day folks will reflect with jaws dropped,
wondering why this crackpot wasn’t stopped.
We must be behooved
that he be removed.
Otherwise our timeline could be cropped.
by Rick Young | Jan 20, 2020 | Poem
Our great Space Force soon will visit Pluto.
And Spinach Navy will take care of Bluto.
Goofy’s our new Defense Secretary.
New Supreme Court: Curly, Moe and Larry.
Ghost Rider heads the Department of Arson.
Head of Sleep remains our own Ben Carson.
Melania, of course, is now The Queen.
And King of Comedy is Mister Bean.
While Rudy G. will rule the inner city,
the suburbs are in charge of Walter Mitty.
Wile E. Coyote will patrol the border,
with help from Zorro, Czar of Law and Order.
Maleficent will control immigration.
Chris Christie heads Department of Vacation.
Ivanka will remain Goddess of Lust.
Her name will replace God’s as whom we trust.
And Porky Pig, as head of Education,
will move our country toward a stutter nation.
Donald Duck will become Aide De Camp.
New State Department: Lady and the Tramp.
Pinocchio as Minister of Truth
will exonerate poor John Wilkes Booth.
And, last but not least, will be Daffy Duck,
who becomes the Minister of Do Not Give a Fuck.
All this ruled by Tiny Orange Hand.
God protect our animated land.
by Rick Young | Jan 19, 2020 | Poem
Jimmy Carter, tricked by Ronnie
(who passed down his plays to Donnie)
was a moral president,
so much he got bruised and bent.
GOP pranks were the habit.
They once chased him with a rabbit.
Then there came his biggest bust,
Playboy got him talking lust.
Bashers knocked his piety.
Why can’t hostages go free?
He got hijacked by Iran,
all a part of Reagan’s plan.
After Ron there came George Bush,
one term, Clinton kicked his tush.
Then came junior W,
did all the harm he could do.
Hid when twin towers came down,
started war, a Texas clown.
Thankfully, we got Obama,
but now have this Trumpish drama,
crimes much worse than Tricky Dick,
making half the country sick.
Sadly, though, the other half
finds him ballsy, makes ’em laugh.
Strutting like a magistrate,
trying to make himself more great.
Now the great election looms,
sealing our collective dooms.
If it’s Dems, we shall rejoice.
If it’s not, we’ll lose free choice.
Get out to the polls and vote.
Russia’s gonna rock the boat.
Our good country’s on the brink.
It is time to swim or sink.
by Rick Young | Jan 18, 2020 | List
In Vegas birds wear cowboy hats.
Or so it says in chat room chats.
A Wiggles singer collapsed on stage.
Rejecting royalty’s all the rage.
Airplane fuel’s been dumped on schools.
Neo-nazis act like fools.
Philippine volcano blew.
Evidence shows Nunez knew.
Flash floods mock the Aussie fires.
Yang gives money, has no buyers.
Rapper Pop Smoke stole a Royce.
Simpsons’ Apu needs new voice.
Trump law team are t.v. stars.
Parnas haunted hotel bars.
Women marchers on the ground.
‘Portrait of a Lady’ found.
If the news seems off the hook,
wait until you read the book.
by Rick Young | Jan 18, 2020 | Poem
I is for the idiot in office.
M is for the many he has hurt.
P is for the presidency, blemished.
E is for the epithets he’ll blurt.
A is for his acolytes, those cowards.
C is for the cooch he likes to grab.
H is for the heavy heap of healing
we’ll all need when we peel off the scab.
Put them all together they spell “high crimes,”
reasons why the senate must impeach.
It’s a tragic ending for a man who was unbending,
trying to achieve what’s out of reach.
