by Rick Young | Jan 22, 2020 | Poem
News has come of Mister Peanut’s death
in a crash of Planter’s Nut Mobile.
So I sit here, sobbing, with peanuts on my breath.
They said Mister was behind the wheel.
Peanuts should not be allowed to drive.
Their muscles are not equipped for that.
Were he riding, he’d be still alive.
Wearing his black monocle and hat.
This brings Humpty Dumpty’s death to mind.
Was he pushed? The question seems to beg.
Was this act conspiracy against all peanutkind?
And what came first, the peanut or the egg?
by Rick Young | Jan 22, 2020 | Story
There is now a graphic novel of Mueller’s report,
for those who are fond of cartoons and of books real short.
See the funny Russian agents in Trump’s oval room.
He tells them a bunch of secrets, words flash, “Bang! Whap! Zoom!”
See the crimes and misdemeanors dressed in funny suits.
See his pal Vlad Putin walk all over him with boots.
See him chase James Comey like Roadrunner off a cliff.
There’s a scratch-and-sniff Jeff Sessions, if you want a whiff.
In the pop-up section, there’s a large Trump Moscow Tower.
Coloring the co-conspirators might take an hour.
Cut-out Jared and Ivanka come with suits and dresses.
Simulated Melania lets you comb her tresses.
And because this graphic novel wants to tell it all,
it arrives pre-packaged in a mini border wall.
There is one brief warning, though, the end might cause you rage:
images of Mueller comatose on the last page.
