Psychic Ablution

Psychic Ablution

In my heart I sincerely confess
And then pledge future moral success.
This is psychic ablution.
What a fine resolution!
Am I kidding myself? Oh, well… yes.

–Tom Riley

Lunatic at Noon

Lunatic at Noon

I know, O
Subtle Moon, you’re somewhere in
this sunlit sky!

–Tom Riley

Dr. Jill Makes Her Choice

Dr. Jill Makes Her Choice

Amongst ladies she sought to be first—
Though her man with dementia was cursed
Atop native stupidity.
And such reckless cupidity
Has effects that will not be reversed.

–Tom Riley

Educated

Educated

The educated know that gender flows
Like urine down the leg of brain dead Joe.
The order of past ages truly blows:
The educated know that gender flows!
If you just strike a cute contestant pose,
You can be Miss Whatever. Yes, it’s so:
The educated know that gender flows
Like urine down the leg of brain dead Joe.

–Tom Riley

Our Lady’s Scream

Our Lady’s Scream

The blue jay wears Our Lady’s color—
But what a voice! A demon’s scream
That renders heart not light but fuller!
The blue jay wears Our Lady’s color.
His wits are keen. (Mine may be duller.)
But he can’t be on Heaven’s team.
The blue jay wears Our Lady’s color.
But what a voice! A demon’s scream!

–Tom Riley

Straining Credibility

Straining Credibility

Does the virus assail them in vain,
All these youngsters, and cause them no pain?
They’re secure in their station,
Needing no vaccination?
Just in time we define a new strain!

–Tom Riley

(Delta variant found just in time to promote compulsory vaccination.)

Union

Union

What was “Union”? Imperial power.
A boot eager to stomp every flower.
One of servitude’s phases
Overwrit with fine phrases.
A remote and impregnable tower.

–Tom Riley

Next Step

The Next Step

With the truth let us play fast and loose—
For it pays to prolong woke abuse.
Rebel statues are down.
We’ve “elected” a clown.
Thus it’s time to condemn Dr. Seuss!

–Tom Riley

Bravado

Bravado

Bad Touch Biden’s bravado looms large.
Into private realms he moves to barge
With an alpha male shout.
Come on, Joe! Cut it out!
We all know that Obama’s in charge.

–Tom Riley

Ghost of Johnny Reb

The Ghost of Johnny Reb

Do pansy soldiers, preening technocrats,
Condemn you, Johnny Reb? Ha! What a laugh!
Let your ghost be untroubled by such gnats!
Do pansy soldiers, preening technocrats,
Latter-day self-important Yankee rats
Proclaim themselves the wheat and you the chaff?
Do pansy soldiers, preening technocrats,
Condemn you, Johnny Reb? Ha! What a laugh!

–Tom Riley