Flammeus Gladius

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Month: July, 2021

Steersman

Steersman

Between whirlpool and rock now you steer
As you’ve had to do twelve times this year.
Someday, sir, you’ll be killed—
Even though you are skilled.
What you need is another career.

–Tom Riley

Wisest

Wisest

You yet remain the wisest of the Greeks,
Odysseus – and wiser far than those
Implausible and un-Hellenic freaks
From whom the piss of condemnation flows
In your sublime direction. Hold your nose
Against the acrid odor – but refrain
From feeling that the stars of these slack shows
Affect your glory. All that noise is vain.
Lord: Fr. Wetta never had a brain,
And what in Hades is the Scholar Shea?
How can the farts of such base pigs pertain?
How can it matter, what they have to say?
Century after fleeting century,
You are the model of sagacity.

–Tom Riley

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Nathan Bedford Forrest

Nathan Bedford Forrest

Old Marse Robert said you were the best.
Sherman said the same thing. That’s a test
Few among us could pass.
Now it’s scorn you amass
From the weak. How the culture’s progressed!

–Tom Riley

Successful Biden Press Conference

Successful Biden Press Conference

Handlers fed the poor brain-damaged sap
Empty lines. Press did not spring a trap.
Hey, it isn’t a sin
To have drool on your chin!
Now he’s taking a victory lap.

–Tom Riley

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Junior Partner

Junior Partner

Biden’s governing, loose as a goose—
But, apparently, far more obtuse.
Folks, don’t sing a sad tune:
Mrs. Harris rules soon!
(She won’t have the dementia excuse.)

–Tom Riley

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Reins of Power

Reins of Power

Yea, aging Joe has seized the reins of power—
Or maybe just French-kissed the horse’s ass.
Joe cannot tell the difference at this hour.
Yea! Aging Joe has seized the reins of power—
And all his enemies must learn to cower!
He isn’t giving anyone a pass.
Yea, aging Joe has seized the reins of power!
(Or maybe just French-kissed the horse’s ass….)

–Tom Riley

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Psychic Ablution

Psychic Ablution

In my heart I sincerely confess
And then pledge future moral success.
This is psychic ablution.
What a fine resolution!
Am I kidding myself? Oh, well… yes.

–Tom Riley

Lunatic at Noon

Lunatic at Noon

I know, O
Subtle Moon, you’re somewhere in
this sunlit sky!

–Tom Riley

Full Moon in the darkness of the night sky. It is patterned with a mix of light-tone regions and darker, irregular blotches, and scattered with varying sizes of impact craters, circles surrounded by out-thrown rays of bright ejecta.

Dr. Jill Makes Her Choice

Dr. Jill Makes Her Choice

Amongst ladies she sought to be first
Though her man with dementia was cursed
Atop native stupidity.
And such reckless cupidity
Has effects that will not be reversed.

–Tom Riley

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Educated

Educated

The educated know that gender flows
Like urine down the leg of brain dead Joe.
The order of past ages truly blows:
The educated know that gender flows!
If you just strike a cute contestant pose,
You can be Miss Whatever. Yes, it’s so:
The educated know that gender flows
Like urine down the leg of brain dead Joe.

–Tom Riley

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