by Rick Young | Jan 14, 2021 | Poem
We’ve found Illuminati, Scotty,
their symbols everywhere.
Triangles, black eyes, all things spotty.
Devils in their hair.
Lady Gaga ate some babies.
Madge is royalty.
J-Z’s bite can give you rabies,
needs your loyalty.
Secret hand signs
made by everyone in Hollywood.
Fascist bloodlines.
Out to destroy every thing that’s good.
Oh, Good Q, it’s up to you
to exorcize this satan.
And, when you get rid of him,
new problems will be waitin’.
Conspiracy feeds on itself,
a snake eating its tail.
There’s always new ones on the shelf,
for Good Q to assail.
So, fuck Tom Hanks. We owe him thanks
for his pedophile clues.
You won’t believe whats up the sleeve
of commie rotten jews.
They have you all in slavery,
but Q will set you free.
We praise him for his bravery
and get up off our knees.
No Rothschild line, no poison wine
will keep us from our hour.
And all things will be good and fine
when Good Q comes to power.
by Rick Young | Jan 12, 2021 | Poem
Another shot at insurrection,
under, this time, real direction.
The last was nothing but rehearsal.
This time the aim is reversal.
A lot more guns and ammunition
will bring a death toll to fruition.
Will there be armies crossing cannons?
Will there be robot droid Steve Bannons?
Who’ll win the Best Costumed Right Winger?
Can Rudy get in one last zinger?
We already know the score.
Oh for one in civil war.
This one will be more far-reaching,
maybe even nation-breaching.
Once the line is in the sand,
Trump’s destroyed the country’s brand.
All that’s left is fall from grace.
And auto trophy: 2nd PLACE.
by Rick Young | Jan 7, 2021 | Poem
Laying siege the Capitol was such a ratings boon,
new episodes will start as early as next Monday noon.
So many patriotic folks thought the first show such fun,
next time, to pump the drama, everyone will have a gun.
And, better yet, to whet the appetite and set a mood,
the rioters will be costumed, a la that viking dude.
And more spray paint, as graphics are essential to good crime.
A metal music soundtrack just might be pumped in next time.
Perhaps a riot cheering squad could liven up the mix,
and programs, listing insurrection stats and favorite tricks.
A weekly riot guest star could add flavor to the scene.
The ratings would just soar to watch Kenosha’s killer teen.
And, one more thing, the police should act much more like Keystone Kops.
With shoe soles lathered up with grease, there’d be more belly flops.
If produced right, these battle shows will be the new sensation.
Quite soon, they’ll be on every night. Perhaps on every station.
by Rick Young | Jan 5, 2021 | Poem
Trump is in his bunker, not the one in Mar-a-Lago.
He wants to turn the D.C. streets to ’68 Chicago.
He doesn’t have a cruel J.Edgar Hoover by his side.
He lost that when Bill Barr said ‘that’s enough,’ and went to hide.
His posse has been culled to the most sycophantic crew.
With Atlas shrugged and Rudy bugged, he’s down to General Q.
Mike Flynn accepted pardon. The rose garden is his base.
He’ll organize a pod of Proud Boys to defend the place.
His fervid plan to organize a military coup
has been shot down; the man’s a clown. There’s nothing he can do.
But Trump’s implored his fiercest fans to come to town with guns.
The man may have a tiny brain, but has balls by the tons.
He’ll organize a strike force of hillbilly racist men.
As far as bad ideas go, it’s got to be a ten.
They’ll roam D.C., eccentrically, in flag-strewn pickup trucks.
Green Mountain boys they’re not, just a sad bunch of stupid fucks.
And, when the smoke has cleared, alas, in the forty-five purge,
a new America, will, after four long years emerge.
by Rick Young | Jan 5, 2021 | Poem
They’re finding missing ballots everywhere.
Reports say one was pulled out of his hair.
Ballot bags in rivers and burned in hollow trees.
Thousands more in nursing homes, many marked by sneeze.
Ballots filling farm silos and soaked in swimming pools.
Did they think he’d overlook this treason? Are they fools?
Ballots stuffed between each slat in his defensive fence.
Rumor has it some were found in drawers of Mrs. Pence.
Ballots in a dumpster behind favored KFC.
Only found because he went outside to take a pee.
Of course each ballot saved amazingly contained his name.
No doubt, if they’re authentic, they will surely change the game.
All he needs to do is have these found votes validated.
But, seems he’s hidden them so well, they cannot be located.
