by Rick Young | Apr 22, 2020 | Poem
Hey, lets go down to Georgia now it’s open.
We can catch a film and have a meal.
So what if we’ll be sitting in a thicket of the sick.
It really doesn’t seem that big a deal.
You can get your hair done and I can hit the gym.
At last we’ll be back in society.
Of course we might be criticized as rabid or as dim.
But epithets don’t mean that much to me.
Be careful where you wipe your nose,
and look down when you sneeze.
When you get home, just wash your clothes
and spray them with Febreeze.
We’ve been stuck such a long time in the house.
But now we’re told some states have gotten through it.
Our world became a prison cell and quiet as a mouse.
I frankly don’t know how Anne Frank could do it.
by Rick Young | Apr 21, 2020 | Poem
An invisible enemy crawls
right through and over walls.
There is no way that it can be detected.
It smears its sickly path
down former hallowed halls.
And no one’s found a way to be protected.
So, now that it’s been loosed,
you might as well read Proust.
You’re going to be inside for quite some time.
Just think of isolation as much needed vacation.
Stay in. Relax. Not working’s not a crime.
When groceries get low, into the world you’ll go,
with mask and cap and goggles all in place.
Don’t worry ’bout the look; what takes you off the hook
is no one else can even see your face.
And stay away from news. You’ll only blow a fuse.
Catch up on all that music that you missed.
Pick up that old guitar. There’s many chords to barre.
Appropriately, you could learn the blues.
Then, when the world renews, put on your dancing shoes.
But know the world will never be the same.
Just give it all you’ve got. Go on and take a shot.
Surrender now would surely be a shame.
by Rick Young | Apr 20, 2020 | Song
testing, testing… part TWO…
I’m on joe + and flying low this morning
every button pushed another warning
and seeing guys with rifles
crying ’cause they can’t go out performing
it all seems like screams
from toxic dreams and global warming
the whole damned place diseased
and rich men to be pleased
the goons and brutes appeased
and meanwhile in this shit pile
laws against pollution eased
plus got his liberators cheesed
I will need big joe to get through this week
life accelerates beyond my speed
did I dream of something once called baseball
who’s helming this chariot of greed?
my only goal is stay alive until mayday
and hope the angels scare the ghosts away
by Rick Young | Apr 18, 2020 | Song
The Boogaloo Boys are ready to go,
called to arms by their great orange chief.
The coming reopening, bloody but brief,
will certainly be a shit show.
Reopen our states, the prisoners scream.
Pandemic’s a liberal’s scam.
Rush into the streets and don’t give a damn.
You can’t kill America’s dream.
The stores will sell out, the market lift off.
Let baseball and dancing resume.
Cast off the left wing prophesies of doom.
Don’t worry about that slight cough.
Bring out your reb flags, the south is now free.
No old laws can stand in our way.
The old and the sick have both had their hay day.
Now let them into the woods flee.
Some see the chief’s slant as a new civil war.
Oh, sure there’ll be some it encumbers.
But look at the last one’s great numbers.
The Boogaloo Boys are itching to even the score.
And if the great opening doesn’t work out,
and the country falls into depression,
our leader will turn to a whole new obsession.
Of that there can be no damned doubt.
by Rick Young | Apr 17, 2020 | Poem
Batman should have stopped this thing.
I’m sure he heard the rumors.
He could have put on his bat ring.
I’ve heard that cured some tumors.
And Superman, those x-ray eyes,
did they not see Wuhan?
His explanation, no surprise,
he’d just gone to the john.
The Flash could have been way out front
and stopped contamination.
But he was busy making cards
for his kids’ education.
While Spiderman was mending webs
and texting Mary Jane,
he could have protected New York.
I mean, it’s just insane.
And where was Hulk, the big green jock?
He’s spent some time in labs.
No, he was working ’round the clock
on building up his abs.
Seems Wonder Woman could have been
the world’s heroic nurse.
But now she’ll use her see-through plane
as temporary hearse.
If we can’t trust our super heroes
to defeat mere germs,
we’ve got to change some ones and zeroes,
rearrange their terms.
