by Rick Young | Aug 5, 2020 | Poem
When the mind is feeling barren
and the first cup is still full,
it’s time to start some sharin’
with those folks who throw the bull.
Social media jury, that island of pure fury,
has some room at their dock for your boat.
Some favor you’ll curry; there’s no need to worry.
Just throw anything out there to float.
Conspiracies. Black-Eyed Peas.
Get that hot pot stirring.
The dead still live. Ghosts roost in trees.
The black hole between then and during.
The cult of @ wears no foil hat.
The Sect of There hates motion.
The world will end with soup of bat.
There’s space ships in the ocean.
The dark are eating up the light
like breadcrumbs made of stars.
If it don’t hurt, then it’s not right.
And aliens sell cars.
If that can’t get you energized,
then brew another pot.
The chat just gets more super-sized.
Wait ’til you hear the plot.
by Rick Young | Aug 4, 2020 | Poem
A big bomb in Beirut, on a big day, to boot.
And California’s burning because of diesel soot.
Isaias will not hit New York in its long passage north.
The TikTok thing is just the king’s distraction (44th).
Coronavirus aid is being transferred to the rich.
Portia had to come out and say Ellen’s not a bitch.
Cops in Colorado put a six-year-old face-down.
This is not the best time to hot air balloon around.
Man rescued from a desert island, wrote out S O S.
To children forced back into school, all we can say’s, god bless.
Jared’s falling deeper into feckless fall guy hole.
The king’s Axios comedy revealed he has no soul.
Senior dog food, Vogue masks, and, bye-bye, Ford CEO.
While feds threaten the Covid bucks aimed for the Navajo.
Juan Carlos is now on the run from Saudi money news.
And tattered tweets seep down dark deep:
The Mail-In Ballot Blues.
by Rick Young | Aug 4, 2020 | Song
Well, I woke to see fed troops
In camo clashing,
in a downtown Portland street.
There were children chanting
and mothers marching
And protestors being beat.
There were blunt munitions
being fired
and tear gas on the breeze.
Look at Law and Order on the loose
In the twenty-first century.
Look at Law and Order on the loose
In the twenty-first century.
I was running from their vicious clubbing;
they had pepper sprayed my eyes.
I was out to seek a sane world,
penetrating all the lies.
This was a land splaying blue and red
And with tension getting high.
I was thinking about what
our leader said
and just knowing it was a lie.
Thinking about what
our leader said,
I was sure that it was a lie.
Well, I saw a number
of my brothers, sisters,
being thrown in unmarked vans.
There were people crying
projectiles flying,
It was all way out of hand.
It’s not a dream, no, not a dream
Op Legend had begun.
They were testing out
a desperate despot’s scheme:
Hide the flag behind the gun.
Overwhelmed by evil Silver greed,
Democracy on the run.
by Rick Young | Aug 2, 2020 | Poem
Kill the Postal Service with a sycophantic master.
Make sure mail-in-voting is a November disaster.
No need for investigation; A.G.’s got your back.
Paper ballots destroyed by the bundle and the sack.
“I told you that it wouldn’t work,” he’ll gloat with satisfaction,
then sit back to see results of Russian interaction.
The voting process, down in flames, will not last any longer.
He’ll enact laws to make sure that his grip on us is stronger.
He’ll make election day a holiday. He is that bad.
Remind us of his power and the freedom we once had.
Tanks will finally roll upon the streets of Washington.
He’ll now be called Commander and Barr will be his top gun.
The Russians would be dancing in the street, had they emotion,
to celebrate the conquest of their ‘friends’ across the ocean.
by Rick Young | Aug 1, 2020 | Poem
Grump says he’s banning TikTok.
They pranked him back in Tulsa.
It always starts in China.
They’re giving him an ulcer.
He won’t eat Chinese food.
It’s full of MSG.
They don’t have a great colonel,
like our own KFC.
He may ban Chinese checkers.
They’re marbles, is his claim.
Played on the star of David,
it’s quite an evil game.
And no more China tea cups.
We’re sticking with our mugs.
As with everything they make,
they surely contain bugs.
Seems ever since they sent us flu
and unmasked their aggression,
he’s hinted at cold war renewed
and now it’s an obsession.
China, China, China,
you’ll hear him on repeat.
Behind him are the drums of war.
And TikTok keeps the beat.
