by Rick Young | Sep 21, 2020 | Poem
This thing didn’t make folks die.
That was all a great big lie.
History will be amended.
Other truths have been upended.
Oh, sure, we defeated ISIS.
And there was no climate crisis.
Iraq’s WMD’s
were a true fact, if you please.
Iran-Contra did not happen.
That was just the left’s mouth flappin’.
JFK’s assassination:
one man, one gun, no sensation.
All that talk of Great Depression,
made up in a bullshit session.
Now this trend to balk at police,
anarchists’ new golden fleece.
History always re-edits.
That’s how good guys get their credits.
Some facts live and some are buried.
Lies and truth have long been married.
Those who criticize our past
find the future changes fast.
by Rick Young | Sep 19, 2020 | Poem
This mother fucking twenty-twenty has its share of shots aplenty.
But no one saw this Ruth thing coming, Democrats despondent, bumming.
Ovid could not have predicted politics so self-afflicted.
Before you can take a breath, Mitch McConnell’s on her death,
singing that we soon shall see our dear king’s next nominee.
Amy Coney Barrett takes the top with no surprises.
A seventh child with seven children, anti-Roe surmises.
Forty-five days we thought would be most excruciating
now loom as a forward zoom toward future carbon dating.
by Rick Young | Sep 18, 2020 | Obit
Of course he had her killed on Rosh Hashanah.
He likes to mar big dates with evil deeds.
And killing of the Democrats’ madonna
had become uppermost amongst his needs.
We might see Ted Cruz on the Supreme Court.
Or maybe Big Bill Barr or Judge Jeanine.
Moscow Mitch will bitch that time is so short
his men must rush this through, know what I mean?
The fate of Merrick Garland does not matter.
That was a matter from a different time.
This justice will be named despite the splatter.
Yes, it’s amoral, but it’s not a crime.
The lives of our grandchildren will be tainted
for decades by our mad king’s justice picks.
Their future, bleak already, will be painted
by one crazy rich man’s dirty tricks.
by Rick Young | Sep 17, 2020 | List
Big Ten bullied back into action. Athletes never die.
They just get stiff. Like those hundred thousand birds
just dropping dead in New Mexico. Wind mills?
Likely dream catchers. Melania replacement statue
in her hometown still more life-like than the original.
Kim K West freezing social media accounts in protest,
while Kanye is doxxing Forbes editor in a bipolar snit.
Sally is roaring up the alley, just another deadly flood.
ICE is building a uterus wall on the border of insanity.
The king bitch slaps science while his HHS spokesman
tells gun owners ammunition will soon be like toilet paper,
then takes a mental health leave of absence. What swamp?
by Rick Young | Sep 16, 2020 | Poem
Look, over in the corner.
It’s Daddy Longlegs.
You know, the one who
killed the Brown Recluse.
Even the Black Widow
is afraid of this bad daddy.
Who’s actually a good daddy,
guarding his eggs valiantly.
He’s only got one set of eyes,
and looks to kind humans
for good shelter,
except in Antarctica.
And he has one impressive
body segment.
He’s probably got thousands
of friends, some old as seven.
He’s an urban legend.
But be careful of his legs.
They won’t grow back.
