Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Hero Worship 2022

Hero Worship 2022

“Heroic Azov Nazis….” Cross that out!
“Heroic Azov fighters….” Yeah, that’s better.
It’s only Russian bots who ever shout
“Heroic Azov Nazis!” Cross that out!
Their Nazi status once we did not doubt—
But now it pays to be a swift forgetter.
Heroic Azov Nazis? Cross that out!
Heroic Azov fighters! Yeah, that’s better.

–Tom Riley

Everybody’s Way

Everybody’s Way

I must get out of everybody’s way—
And everybody’s way is everywhere.
Faced with these hard truths, what is there to say?
I must get out of everybody’s way
Indeed. Location is a game we play
In peril, and its rules are never fair.
I must get out of everybody’s way,
And everybody’s way is everywhere.

–Tom Riley

Not at All Guilty

Not at All Guilty

Don’t accuse me
of charity. All of my
kindness was tactical.

–Tom Riley

Losers

Losers

Russia’s still losing. So say experts here.
I’m not surprised the narrative is such.
Stuck in this globe’s oppressive atmosphere,
Those Russian rockets never were worth much.
Plus, every Russian runner needs a crutch
Just to advance from “A” to nearby “B.”
At glory vainly Russian athletes clutch
And only manage notoriety.
Anyhow, that’s the story. It will be
The same no matter what events transpire.
The West adores this tale unfailingly.
From telling it the West will not retire—
And Russians in Ukraine can’t beat the spin.
They’ll lose and lose and lose – until they win.

–Tom Riley

Our Generals

Our Generals

Our generals – who fled Afghanistan
In lame and idiotic disarray;
Who earnestly believe that, born a man,
A soldier can get surgery and say:
“I’m woman, hear me roar;” who daily play
The game of ceding space to every crank;
Who like their chessboards one uncheckered gray;
Who have their bribes already in the bank—
Our generals are wankers. And they wank
Whenever they express dismissive views
Of Russia. Dominatrix colonels spank
Our generals, who utter ah’s and ooh’s.
Then Fox News calls them up for expert gab.
Goatfuckers whip them, sure – but can they blab!

–Tom Riley

Unity of Purpose

Unity of Purpose

Leftists and neo-cons march arm-in-arm
Against what Mother Russia seeks to do.
Mark Levin yields to Biden’s goofy charm,
And Victor Davis Hanson giggles, too.
Volodymyr’s a hero: get a clue!
His tranny status only makes him cuter.
His distance makes our right-wing figures blue.
They wish he’d be a close, attentive suitor.
Instead, his intellect, like a computer,
Evaluates logistics with precision.
Toward glory he is racing on a scooter
Powered by courage, principle, and vision.
Neo-con hearts back here go pitter-patter.
Stand with Ukraine, you know. What else could matter?

–Tom Riley

Sacred Cause

Sacred Cause

NATO expansion is a sacred cause.
If you have doubts, then you can go to Hell.
It’s pointless to request that we hit pause:
NATO expansion is a sacred cause,
Obedient to bright, transcendent laws.
Let foolish Fyodor ring his futile bell!
NATO expansion is a sacred cause.
If you have doubts, then you can go to Hell!

–Tom Riley

Downside of Eternal Recurrence

The Downside of Eternal Recurrence

Hope to get
it over with? That’s where
it never gets.

–Tom Riley

Volodymyr’s Genius Plan

Volodymyr’s Genius Plan

Zelensky has his cronies in the West.
When all the pawns upon the board are scattered,
His current recklessness will be professed
From luxury, as if it truly mattered.
He’ll likely find a place in Hollywood
And thus advance the cause of U.S. trannies.
Media adulation will seem good—
As will the sight of round and well-toned fannies.
He’ll join the set that never has to pay
For idiotic and absurd offenses.
Pursuing fresh ambitions that bright day,
He will not mind his former moods and tenses.
Ukraine will be a mess, but he’ll be fine.
I’d say he’s shaped a pretty slick design.

–Tom Riley

Other Raven

The Other Raven

I know your sense of time is different, lord.
Your one eye takes the long and thorough view.
You sent a raven from your wisdom hoard
To Poe, who deftly grasped the dismal cue.
Still, as is known through nine worlds, you have two.
Another must have soared then through the air.
The centuries since then are naught to you.
So, Grimnir, is your messenger still there?
Then send him winging urgently to where
I wait, my mortal blood now growing cooler!
I’d like to hear of how to beat despair
From you, supremely doomed, the hopeless ruler.
Then again, wolfish sir, I don’t insist.
Too many lost Lenores are on my list.

–Tom Riley