Ruling Rendered

Ruling Rendered

Plans you fashioned must fade, one by one.
Aspirations must all go undone.
Don’t imagine we’re fooling!
We have rendered our ruling.
You are having a lot too much fun.

–Tom Riley

Declaration

Declaration

Nothing, I dare declare, is permanent!
This lizard is evolving into me.
The world awaits that glorious event.
Nothing, I dare declare, is permanent—
Nothing except the pressure of ascent,
Nothing except assured futurity.
Nothing, I dare declare, is permanent:
This lizard is evolving into me!

–Tom Riley

Amor Loquendi

Amor Loquendi

The person at the door just loves to talk.
That’s why I am not answering the bell.
I’d rather be a mouse and meet a hawk.
The person at the door just loves to talk.
His voice reminds my brain of blackboard chalk.
His syntax is a system drawn from Hell.
The person at the door just loves to talk.
That’s why I am not answering the bell.

–Tom Riley

Muumuu Models

Muumuu Models

Mark’s candidate is in a muumuu now.
He’s thinking he should maybe try that out.
Moving far past the point of ugly cow,
Mark’s candidate is in a muumuu now.
She’s hiding a colostomy, the sow!
Can Mark Shea look still worse? I have no doubt.
Mark’s candidate is in a muumuu now.
He’s thinking he should maybe try that out.

–Tom Riley

Muumuu Prescription

The Muumuu Prescription

Clad in her muumuu, Hillary of course
Would have confronted Putin valiantly.
He would have learned at last to dread her force
Of character. She would have made him see
That he could only timidly agree
To her demands. He would have bowed and scraped
Before the signs of her colostomy.
Her fierce resolve he couldn’t have escaped.
Oh, what a contrast! For the Trumpster shaped
A presser that made Brennan and McCain
Crap in their underwear. He foully raped
The Deep State’s dignity. Oh, psychic pain!
Oh, anguish of the Swamp’s insistent crew!
If only Trump had worn a muumuu, too!

–Tom Riley

Muumuu Monstrosity

Muumuu Monstrosity

What the fuck is the Hildebeast wearing?
Can’t she see there are children she’s scaring?
What’s that bag on her hip?
Oh, Dear Lord, what a trip!
It is clear that she’s light years past caring.

–Tom Riley

(Hillary Clinton makes fashion statement.)

Stultus et Idiota

Stultus et Idiota

“Trump’s a fool! He’s an idiot, too!”
So intelligence guys say on cue.
Hey, they are in the know!
Why, wise sirs, is this so?
“He won’t do what we tell him to do!”

–Tom Riley

Grave Injustice

A Grave Injustice

How can they fire the glorious James Gunn?
He had the right response to Putin-Trump!
Can companies be just to anyone?
How can they fire the glorious James Gunn
For just a bit of molestation fun?
A lad must sometimes take a verbal dump.
How can they fire the glorious James Gunn?
He had the right response to Putin-Trump!

–Tom Riley

Intelligence Community

Intelligence Community

Trump declines and, if hard pressed, defies.
He will not grant the requisite prize
To the wolves that require
He resign or retire.
He does not trust our Democrat spies!

–Tom Riley

Dire Disappointment

Dire Disappointment

Peace with Russia? McCain is disgusted.
Long for unrestrained war he has lusted.
Now his schemes go awry.
Plus, he’s slated to die.
From on high the Lord’s voice echoes: “Busted!”

–Tom Riley