by Rick Young | Mar 27, 2021 | Poem
I am not a mountain,
I whispered to an ant
who’d climbed my shadow.
My right arm was a drawbridge
back to nature you won’t see
on Rachel Maddow.
But ants will not be waylaid,
and in moments it was back
and with a friend.
There must be something up there.
Ants believe,
but it is seldom they pretend.
by Rick Young | Mar 27, 2021 | Poem
Mystery drones and space debris.
That stuff doesn’t interest me.
Lil Nas X coming out
is what it is all about.
Kim Jong’s missiles may concern,
until Mighty Ducks return.
New Holmes entry on Netflix
will pump many t.v. dicks.
Tornadoes ripping the south:
don’t get too down in the mouth.
In Australia, plagues of mice
makes what goes down here look nice.
Though we face a returned foe,
Georgia devil raised, Jim Crow.
GOP voter suppression
leaves a clear racist impression.
Democracy might die in shock.
Watch it streamed live on Peacock.
