Conversation
Conversation
When in doubt, they will make conversation
Past the point of polite toleration.
Will you listen? You will!
Hey, you’re listening still
To their last load of empty oration!
–Tom Riley
Flammeus Gladius
Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis
Month: June, 2018
June 30, 2018
June 29, 2018
Mark’s Math
Mark’s Math
His math’s shaky – but, hey, he’s not dumb!
Math is bullshit – and so wearisome!
Why abuse his wise wits
For the sake of math? It’s
An invention of Christianist scum!
–Tom Riley
June 29, 2018
Auntie Maxine and the Blue Wave
Auntie Maxine and the Blue Wave
Maxine Waters? Abysmal IQ
Makes her urge other morons to do
What will not help their cause.
I respond with guffaws.
The wave brought about thus won’t be blue.
–Tom Riley
June 29, 2018
Long, Hot Summer
Long, Hot Summer
Justice Kennedy set to retire.
New obstruction is what we desire—
And destruction our means.
Order doesn’t mean beans.
Summer promises turmoil and fire.
–Tom Riley
June 29, 2018
Way of All Flesh
The Way of All Flesh
Since we live in mortality’s sphere,
Justices in the end disappear.
So with Kennedy, guys.
Apatheia is wise—
But you scream. Your disaster is here.
–Tom Riley
June 29, 2018
Tired of It Yet?
Tired of It Yet?
Despite roundly-condemned Twitter sins,
Despite frightful, unbearable grins
That make talking heads spit—
Yes, despite all of it—
The Supreme Court has ruled, and Trump wins!
–Tom Riley
June 29, 2018
New Face of the Democrat Party
The New Face of the Democrat Party
The old Democrat face looked like crap—
But for good looks I’ve long been a sap.
This new leftist’s patoot
Is incredibly cute.
Señorita, come sit on my lap!
–Tom Riley
June 29, 2018
Improvement Impossible
Improvement Impossible
“Hey, his stuff would be good if he’d edit!”
So you’ve said. Can’t believe that you said it.
His stuff’s weak, false, and dumb—
And, of course, wearisome.
The Lord damned it the instant you read it.
–Tom Riley
June 28, 2018
Get Me What I Crave
Get Me What I Crave
“Is it water you crave?” Has to be.
Dehydration is torturing me
More than you, sir, can know.
Yes, I need H2O—
But to whisky I’d swiftly agree.
–Tom Riley
Flammeus Gladius 