Post Mueller

Post Mueller

Trump did something – a Trump sort of act.
Hey, the proper credentials he lacked
In our own elite view!
That should be a crime, too!
For these vague reasons, he should be sacked!

–Tom Riley

Smart Guy

Smart Guy

“Me, George Conway, am smart. Trump are dumb!
Me repeat this same point till you numb.
Me read books. Trump does not.
What him got me ain’t got?
Why must me suck on more than my thumb?”

–Tom Riley

Godlike Achilles

Godlike Achilles

Hector thought for a moment, perhaps,
He might win. Mortal minds set such traps.
But Achilles thought not
A whole lot of such rot.
For our vain hopes, the gods are not saps.

–Tom Riley

Flesh Is Weak

The Flesh Is Weak

Time for Conway reality check:
George, conservative? Not hardly! Heck,
If you look close, you’ll find
He is chiefly defined
By the suety flesh at his neck.

–Tom Riley

(Press represents George Conway as “conservative.”)

Epithets

Epithets

“Deranged Donald” – George Conway’s lame try
At out-Trumping the Trumpster. Ha! Why
Does George even pretend?
He’ll fall short in the end.
He just ain’t that perceptive a guy.

–Tom Riley

New Joe

The New Joe

Biden enters the big race today.
Creepster status he wishes away.
Let it now be unknown!
He’ll leave women alone—
And, like Mayor Pete, campaign as gay.

–Tom Riley

Shithole

Shithole

San Francisco streets fill up with shit.
Don’t recoil, tourist. Don’t throw a fit.
Dumps are never defeats.
These are still lovely streets.
With the ruling class, shit is a hit.

–Tom Riley

Trump and the Experts

Trump and the Experts

With their expert advice he was done
Long before they had started. What fun!
“You’re a monster!” “A clown!”
“Smooth it out!” “Tone it down!”
Trump ignored them all. That’s how he won.

–Tom Riley

Cold Eyes

Cold Eyes

Raven isn’t a generous giver.
Those cold eyes make the hopeful heart shiver—
Not a bit, but a bunch.
The bird just stole your lunch—
And he’ll presently feast on your liver.

–Tom Riley

Offensiveness

Offensiveness

“You’re offensive. It’s clearer than day.
Every horrible word that you say
Makes my buddies recoil.
You are like bitter oil!”
I offend the right crowd, the right way.

–Tom Riley