A man who made people laugh and wonder
The man is Don Rickles whose soul has gone yonder
Laughter has turned into mourn
A smile from while
But this was Don Rickles style
I remember a movie Mr. Rickles appeared in called “Muscle Beach Party”
It was a laugh with frown
Don Rickles being known as Jack ***** in charge of a Bodybuilding Gym surrounded by Male Muscle men
Yet Mr. Rickle was the showcase in helping people enjoy life by being a comic
LAS VEGAS and HOLLYWOOD will never be the same
Lights, camera, but no Don Rickle
His life full of inspiration
Your jokes surrounded you
Hollywood has shut down the spotlight
Heaven was looking for Joy and Praise
Your name Don Rickles was the amaze
Thanks for making us all laugh
Your enthusiasm will always be remembered
But your comic detail will always be a reason to laugh
Your message in enjoy life as it only comes around once
But for us that is good advice
So long from a fan
Your Heavenly room was prepared
You were welcomed by Heaven in your eternal lair
Until we meet again.

recollecting collections projecting selections injecting protection infection dejection
dyslexic narcoleptic rejecting dejections ******* complexion complicating interjections
perplexed inspectors intercept pterodactyls relaxing in backpacks extracting disillusion
contortionist philanthropist dejected transgression implementing eradications of moss buying patrons
eclectic perfectionist rests limp-wristed whispering disparaging remarks to the wait staff
trombone percussionist impressed and impoverished gravelling wistfully mimicking Rickles
I sit half disheveled grinding my wisdom teeth feeling the fleeting muse sitting in disbelief –

By: Cedric McClester

Republicans start to shop
If their candidate’s not on top
And their poll numbers suddenly drop
Because they’re labeled a flop
So those who used to push
For the heir apparent Bush
Are sitting on their ****
Wishing they had Hindu-kush

And that new-jack Rubio
What is it they think he knows
That allows his cash to grow
They will reap just what they sow
Now let me mention Teddy Cruz
Who hasn’t paid his dues
And when asked he has refused
But that should be old news

Although Carly Fiorena
Has a tough demeanor
Trump once asked, “Have you seen her?”
When he wanted to demean her
And then there’s Dr. Carson
More Don Rickles than Johnny Carson
Soft spoken spreading arson
With incendiary parsing

Now that I have your attention
Though it may earn you dissention
Some I just choose not to mention
They’re beyond my comprehension
So that leaves us Donald Trump
Someone that they’d like to dump
But he says, “Kiss my ****!”
See he’s energized and pumped







Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.

little boy and little
cat blue,
roar around the hallways
during the monster hour.

the man mountain
lumbers behind
in frankestein pose
intoning
"the tickle man comes for
you....
the tickle man cometh,
to tickle your rickles,
and grasp your giggles,
and eat your toes!!!"
in his deepest basso
profundo.

momma, sits on the couch
in a zombie like pose
as she waits for the clock
to wind out the hour

and in the kitchen
the caulldron bubbles
with "brains and veins"
on the go.

DON RICKLES HAS PASSED AWAY
A MAGICAL COMEDIAN OF NOTE
HIS ABILITY TO MAKE YOU LAUGH
ROASTING WAS ALL HE WROTE


FOR 90 YEARS HIS COMIC ABILITY
KEPT US LAUGHING OUT LOUD
ALL THE COMICS OF THE WORLD
WHO KNEW HIM WERE VERY PROUD


TO ROAST A TOAST TO OTHER
CELEBRITIES THIS IS WHAT HE KNEW
HE WILL GO DOWN IN HISTORY AS
A COMIC A PROFESSIONAL OF A FEW

Black
     1.  James Brown
     2.  Michael Jackson
     3.  Terence Treat Darby
     4.  Sammy Davis Jr.
      5.  Prince
white
      1.  Donald O'Connor
      2.  Danny Kaye
      3.  Frank Sinatra
      4.  Don Rickles
      5.  Jonathan Winters
let's do the females
black
      1.  Ella Fitzgerald
      2.  Carmen McCrae
      3.  Brandy
      4.  Rihanna
      5.  Beyonc'e
white
       1.   Cher
       2.  Judy Garland
       3.  Sally Field
       4.  Lana Turner
       5.  Arlene Dahl

I've been suddenly promoted by 11 raunchy ****-joys to head of jury
after falling off the court house building that caused my head injury
that was injurious to my slick-chick-hick-eye-baiting phlegm sprain
over the kitty cat calls of 1 swollen-shut dog's nictitating membrane
When cukes are worth more than gold, slutty *****'ll pawn pickles,
pickled in the remains of  satanical dirt-bag goons like Don Rickles
whose ill-will for krauts'll be sated when, with blood, Bonn trickles
I asked crapped-out Denis Johnson, the boozin' writer, dwarven elf,
Can't you spell Denis like everybody else? Denis Johnson, silly elf!
Start spelling Denis with 2 n's, like everybody in the world, or else!

There are names
In history
I wish I could see:
Don Rickles, Maya Angelou, Charles Bukowski (to name a few)
They speak to me
Through time
With the art they left behind
The interviews, the words,
I cling to
They are jolts to my nerves
Twitching life into my soul
Ultimately
That is what I want to be
To someone
A spark telling you to keep going

You are beauty incarnate,
******* magical,
Don't let anybody tell you different
Not even yourself

I'm born in the wrong generation
And I'm fine with that.
While others are
Keeping up with the Kardashians
I'm busy keeping up with the Jones'.
While others are
Listening to the new album
I'm listening to music
From a jukebox inside my mind.
I remember the 50s well,
Even though I was born forty years later.
I remember watching Jailhouse Rock
At the Drive in, inside of my living room.
The day the music died
I sat at home and cried.
There is an instant running of
"Let's Make A Deal," going on
Inside of my head.
And I can almost hear Dean Martin
Roasting Don Rickles.
Around this time, **** Van ****
Is tripping over furniture,
While Ricky is coming home to Lucy.
Or was it all just a dream that I had?