by Rick Young | Sep 21, 2022 | Poem
Disconsolation has seen inflation without cessation within our nation,
an aberration, collaboration of groups aligned to create devastation.
The new contender, Gov. Ron DeSantis, has all the charm and passion
of an evil praying mantis. He’s shipping immigrants to Edgartown,
making him de facto Florida’s most evil clown. He’d like to be the U.S. Czar
and will not stop at dirty tricks gone too far. As for his party,
they’re a flock of ciphers, who emanate a general sense of dirty diapers.
The country limps toward two Novembers, which in the end could see us left in embers.
by Rick Young | Sep 17, 2022 | Poem
There was no election in 2028.
No need, they said, the deed is done.
The country’s been made great.
The New Russian Alliance,
dubbed ‘The BIG NRA,’
will make war cease and enforce peace
the standard MAGA way.
The laws of grab and tell will be
in practice ’round the world.
Our great red hat militia
will have trigger fingers curled.
And in the streets will march
the armies of cloned Rudy Gee,
all leaking oil and destroying
our once brave history.
by Rick Young | Sep 14, 2022 | Poem
Some say seventy-five is three-quarters alive.
I’ll make the best of one-fourth that remains.
They say it sneaks up quietly, old age and all that jive.
My brawn may be long gone, but I’ve got brains.
I can’t run fast. I can’t walk far. I rest after the stairs.
I try to eat food that won’t make me die.
I tend to forget some things but it seems nobody cares.
My sense of humor remains wry and dry.
Don’t want to reach a hundred. I see no sense in that.
To live beyond one’s time’s often a gaffe.
I’ll know time’s drawing near when I can’t pick up a bat.
And that it’s time to go when I can’t laugh.
by Rick Young | Sep 9, 2022 | Poem
I’m only one thrombosis away from heaven.
Sat close to death six times, but my lucky number’s seven.
I try to stay out of the sun and avoid all white light.
I sleep and ponder half the day, and stay up half the night.
My raison d’etre is herding cats and keeping dishes washed.
Walking in shoes brings hip pain, thus exercise is quashed.
And so, I’ve turned to reading. And books have saved my life.
I’m happy with my fiction, poetry, felines and wife !
by Rick Young | Sep 8, 2022 | Poem
Classified documents are missing.
It’s time to stop Republican ring-kissing.
Remember in November when you’re picking,
these red state liars need a good ass-kicking.
Democracy itself is now at stake.
Vote out the MAGA-morphs for your own sake.
To pass these fiends along to yet another generation
will just continue ruining our country’s reputation.
We can only hope that ’24 will have distinction
as a free election that prevents our own extinction.
