Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Month: November, 2016

Genteel Viewpoint

Genteel Viewpoint

 

 

Against the way of things you must rebel
Not at all, peasants armed with barnyard tools!
Our high priests will condemn you all to Hell.
Our pundits will conclude that you are fools.
We set, and you must follow, all the rules.
We know, you see, what you can’t even dream
Of knowing. In our eyes are vast black pools
Of sheer sophistication. Makes you cream,
Doesn’t it? Yea, your doom we dare to deem!
Your dull concerns we smother with a smile.
All who aspire to play must join our team—
And then obey our captains all the while.
Your own thoughts? They are vulgar superstitions….”
So they assure us, our reserved patricians.

 

 

–Tom Riley

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A Needed Prayer

A Needed Prayer

 

 

You who, transcendent, never knew a need,
Why can’t you just pretend you need my prayer?
With my own self-deception I’ll proceed,
You who, transcendent, never knew a need,
If from remote reality I’m freed
With your cooperation. Are you there?
You who, transcendent, never knew a need:
Why can’t you just pretend you need my prayer?

 

 

–Tom Riley

Beautiful Losers

Beautiful Losers

 

 

Trump wins – and there are riots in the streets.
Oh, why can’t leftists be more tolerant
Of pussy patter and insulting tweets?
Trump wins – and there are riots in the streets
From those faced with improbable defeats.
Accept the outcome? Hey, no way! They can’t!
Trump wins – and there are riots in the streets.
Oh, why can’t leftists be more tolerant?

 

 

–Tom Riley

Sucks

Sucks

 

 

“Hey, I get it. I suck.” This is Shea’s
Mode of answering less-than-fierce praise.
Self-delusion is stark.
No, you don’t get it, Mark—
For you suck in uncountable ways!

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Planned Parenthood ally Mark Shea often answers Facebook criticism with an ironic “I suck.”)

A Poem by W.H. Auden

A Poem by W.H. Auden

 

 

“Posting Auden: will that be enough
To establish my wisdom? It’s tough
When the guy you dissected
Ends up being elected….”
(The fact is, Shea can’t write his own stuff.)

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Planned Parenthood ally Mark Shea posts irrelevant poem by W.H. Auden in response to Trump victory.)

Avengers Disassembled

Avengers Disassembled

 

 

Joss Whedon called Avengers to assemble.
Clintonites ruled that Marvel superteam.
But did the threatened bad guy start to tremble?
Not in the least. He hardly stopped to deem
Their challenge worthy of response. A beam
From Iron Man’s amazing high-tech hand
Had no effect – and Hulk strength, it would seem,
Was feeble in the face of what was planned
By neurons so nefarious. Unmanned,
Captain America and even Thor
Tasted defeat they failed to understand.
Black Widow too, that pretty little whore,
Sat helpless on her all-attractive rump.
They’d been crushed by the supervillain Trump.

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Joss Whedon’s failed ad for Hillary featured “Avengers” actors.)

Good Old Cap

Good Old Cap

 

 

Captain America – or, well, the guy
Who plays him in the movies – took the side
Of Hillary, whose every word’s a lie,
Whose every screech is cause for suicide.
His mighty frisbee of a shield he tried
To put to work for Huma’s left-hand gal.
Knowing some wrongs must not be rectified,
He strove to be a loyal Clinton pal.
“Rally the nation to my side? I shall!”
He boldly cried aloud to skies of blue.
“Every Tom, Dick, and Harry, every Al
And Irving, every Sue and Tina, too,
Will follow me! Come, patriotic masses!”
America replied: “Cap, kiss our asses….”

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Chris Evans backed Hillary, decries victory of Trump.)

Backlash

Backlash

 

 

The backlash came, and all the goofballs wept.
I sipped my Scotch and couldn’t help but smile.
Boneheads advanced, and common sense long slept.
The backlash came – and all the goofballs wept.
Into reality I boldly stepped
As idiots were suffering in style.
The backlash came, and all the goofballs wept.
I sipped my Scotch and couldn’t help but smile.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Defeated Parties

Defeated Parties

 

 

That the Democrats stumbled is sweet.
It was clear they could not take the heat.
Gloating now, though? A waste!
What I love is the taste
Of the media’s utter defeat.

 

 

–Tom Riley

Falling

Falling

 

 

I rejoiced as Colbert’s visage fell.
Oh, my joy is too deep now to tell!
At the end of his rope,
He displayed no real hope.
Me, I’m hoping his face fell to Hell.

 

 

–Tom Riley