by Rick Young | Jun 24, 2020 | Poem
His trip fell on the day the state’s coronavirus doubled.
With temps nearing a hundred, you could tell it might be troubled.
The first stop was in Yuma, just to visit his dear wall.
Two workers just got sick out there, so that was a good call.
Then it was on to Phoenix rally, in Dream City Church.
Checked that there are no ramps there, so he won’t have to lurch.
They claimed their church was safe because of special air filtration.
Not by God, but by some members’ fast ionization.
Experts said their claim had no base in reality.
Come on down, don’t wear a mask, and we will wait and see.
Arizona’s virus growth rate, fastest in the states,
seems to show this rally was a tempting of the fates.
by Rick Young | Jun 22, 2020 | Poem
The rent is due, we’ve got the flu.
The petting zoo is closed.
The world shut down, our reigning clown
through all the warnings dozed.
But now we’re opened up again,
as if nothing occurred.
We’re back, he claims, though flu sustains.
Do not believe one word.
As the whole world stood aghast
at our lack of prevention,
he said we’re fine, it fades in time.
He rules with blind invention.
His comeback rally failed by half,
enflamed his aggravation.
And his solution, do not laugh,
is cut back immigration.
Those foreigners will take our jobs,
we must even the score.
It’s mean, it’s shrill, it’s overkill.
The work’s not there no more.
The Senate will do what he asks.
They’re just his rubber stamp.
The king of all who won’t wear masks
descends a hellish ramp.
by Rick Young | Jun 21, 2020 | Poem
K-Pop bopped the big gum drop.
His orangeness was steamingly aware.
This opening was nothing but a costly photo op.
But when he reached the mike, his fans weren’t there.
He looked around and saw an upper deck of empty seats,
then rambled out a racist monologue.
He blamed the evil media and protests in the streets
It seems he had been punked, the fascist dog.
The millions he expected reserved rally tix online,
but K-Pop ‘stans’ had organized this ruse.
So, for an hour all he did was crazy rant and whine,
thinking of the staffers he’ll abuse.
He praised confederates and said protesters broke the law.
He said he’d jail all burners of the flag.
When it was over, it was clear this rally was a flaw.
There’s not much left now in his hateful bag.
by Rick Young | Jun 20, 2020 | Poem
Goons and loons and mean cartoons,
waiting for a week for their messiah,
now rejoice the day arrived with patriotic tunes.
Tonight they’ll get to hear their king, the liar.
Not just folks from Tulsa, but people near and far,
in their best U.S. paraphernalia,
have made the pilgrimage by plane, bus, truck and car.
It’s like a carnival whose theme is failure.
Most won’t wear masks and no one asks
to keep the recommended social distance.
In his holy image his base basks.
They’ll jam themselves indoors at his insistence.
The covid spray that rules the day
will flout its germy science in the night.
Two weeks from now you’ll hear these Okies say,
“Perhaps ignoring experts wasn’t right.”
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.
