by Rick Young | Jul 19, 2020 | Poem
Trump’s secret federal task force is just ‘helping Portland out.’
To stop the anarchists will take an army posse’s clout.
Just faceless men in camo reigning in peaceful protesters,
a helping hand to boost Oregon’s statues and investors.
The mayor doesn’t want them there, they’re only escalating.
But, should the socialists act up, there’s plenty more troops waiting.
The unmarked vans and undisclosed locations where they’re brought
have made the scene a powder keg which no Portlander sought.
The governor as well has said she wants these troops removed.
The policing of one’s own state is not federally behooved.
The threat to our democracy is right here on display.
He’ll send his “task force” to all states who don’t do things his way.
No protester in this land, unless confirmed to violence,
needs be secreted away to insure their side’s silence.
If federal vigilantes are to roam our streets at night,
one can only think Trump sees the ‘Boogaloo’ as right.
by Rick Young | Jul 18, 2020 | Obit
John Lewis finally crossed that bridge,
he’s on the other side.
He now rests with Reverend King,
and we have one less guide.
They broke his skull in Selma,
as he, protesting, knelt.
Served thirty years in Congress.
His passion was heartfelt.
He always worked for justice,
used non-violence to fight strife.
These last four years, he fought the swamp,
’til cancer took his life.
He was a man whose history
defined a striving nation.
Let’s hope he feels redemption
at the next inauguration.
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 12, 2020 | Poem
A black-masked man in a bright blue tie:
’twas hard to recognize the guy.
He said he’d never wear a mask and stuck by it, indeed,
’til yesterday, when thought it best while touring Walter Reed.
Now just sit back and watch his base react to this new change.
Perhaps he’ll even like the look. It distracts from his mange.
The mask plus dark sunglasses could do wonders for his look.
He and Roger Stone could start a fashion comic book.
Or he and the first lady could have competitions, too.
I see her in one printed “I really don’t care, do u ?”
He could wear new masks each day with names of U.S. dead.
Or just a long one wrapped ten thousand times around his head.
