by Rick Young | Oct 3, 2020 | Poem
This episode is quite upsetting,
until you unravel the why.
This autocrat will not suffer defeat.
In fact, he would much rather die.
And so, there’s a plan now to fake his demise.
He’s hired the Jeff Epstein crew.
They’ll carry him out on a gurney real soon.
His makeup not orange, but blue.
His death by viral complications
will float through the Walter Reed halls.
His public will weep. He’ll be drugged to sleep.
This plan takes incredible balls.
Eric at the funeral seen giggling,
Don junior wasted, face ashine.
Ivanka’s great tears are collected
for her new smell of death perfume line.
Melania, thinking of her huge pre-nup,
will have trouble being her best.
While Barron will show no emotion at all.
He keeps things quite close to his vest.
Then, after the ‘burial,’ Trump will be spirited
to some undiscovered isle,
to party with Jeff and some other ‘dead’ crooks,
some of whom may have been there awhile.
His FOX friends will declare him the new best dead prez.
His base will wait for resurrection.
November will see Pence and Graham go down,
an historic lopsided election.
And when books look back at our crazed forty-five,
the turmoil and death he created,
they’ll always refer to the notebook they found
with the huge list of people he hated.
And, many years later, when questions arise,
through a tip from his aging last bride,
they’ll dig up his coffin to check on the bones,
and find Alec Baldwin inside.
by Rick Young | Oct 2, 2020 | Poem
The first thought is that this could be a set-up.
He’ll quarantine a few days, then he’ll get up,
say, “I beat China flu, so you can do it, too.
It only kills the weak.” And he won’t let up.
“Two hundred thousand didn’t have to die.
They could all beat it if they’d only try.
Melania and me just drank some Clorox tea,
and now we feel as good as apple pie.”
He’ll say the whole pandemic is a hoax.
And make a lot of Democratic jokes.
He’ll say that Chuckles Schumer
started the deadly rumor,
and that is what has killed all these poor folks.
A plague of liberal misinformation
is what has caused the death toll in our nation.
If Dems had listened to him about bleach,
we’d all be out now sunning on the beach.
“So, toss your masks away and breathe the air.
It may kill sickly oldsters; we don’t care.
Open up the schools; our kids now look like fools.
If I can beat it, so can you. I swear.”
by Rick Young | Oct 1, 2020 | List
New York diocese is bankrupt.
Clergy abuse suits.
Disney cartoon country will strip
all our native roots.
Kenosha Kyle, the killer boy,
has made his needed fan.
Official word: he was “protecting
the small business man.”
China’s going to the moon.
It’s “National Hair Day.”
Brad Parscale is getting “help.”
The Heat got blown away.
Trump debunked of his false claim
of postmen selling ballots.
He’d stand on a debate stage
and hit people with mallets.
Hong Kong police continue
to suppress their people’s rights.
Faith based groups quickly erase
ACB from their sites.
Jimmy Carter, ninety-six years
working for the good.
News says next debate
will have some changes, knock on wood.
by Rick Young | Oct 1, 2020 | Song
Take Your Guns to Town.
Do not put them down.
March around the polls.
Hunt them down like trolls.
Wear your camo duds.
Drink suds with your buds.
Take Your Guns to Town.
M’ boys don’t mess around.
Must intimidate.
Voters who aren’t great.
Fuck authorities.
Scare minorities.
Wanna be a star?
Hit them with your car.
Take Your Guns to Town.
Make that freedom sound.
Every gat you heft.
Terrifies the left.
They want anarchy.
We will set them free.
Stand by for my signs.
At the battle lines.
We’ll have law and order.
Just like on the border.
Shout my name out loud.
You boys make me proud.
Please, take your guns to town.
