Before the Fall
When empires fall, they don’t know that they’re falling.
They stumble on, imperious but blind,
Until their blunders rest past all recalling.
When empires fall, they don’t know that they’re falling.
They think they’re conquering when they’re just stalling.
It’s a flaw in the empire-building mind.
When empires fall, they don’t know that they’re falling.
They stumble on, imperious and blind.
–Tom Riley
Unanswered
Some imbecilic gamma boy online
Insisted that I answer all his questions
And thus fulfill his obvious design.
I sneered at such imperious suggestions
And dared to change the fucking subject back
To what it was before he started drooling.
For getting the discussion back on track,
I was called coward. Yes, that was his ruling.
They’re always tough when distances are great.
They’re always brave when bravery means tapping
Those little keys. They’re always quick to mate
With their own hand – the sound of one hand clapping.
And self-reproach indeed at last is mine:
Why the hell do I ever go online?
–Tom Riley
Remote Cooperation
Were murdered babies used for the vaccine?
The pope’s cooperation is remote
As he promotes the jab. Was it obscene?
Were murdered babies used for the vaccine?
If you object, your sense of things ain’t keen.
On such perverse procedures you should dote.
Were murdered babies used for the vaccine?
The pope’s cooperation is remote.
–Tom Riley
For the Byrds
Who finished Ashli Babbitt? Mighty Mike!
When unarmed females threaten, he comes through
With gunfire. That’s what heroes, folks, are like.
Who finished Ashli Babitt? Mighty Mike—
The Byrd who will swoop down on chick or tyke
Without the need for any urgent cue.
Who finished Ashli Babbitt? Mighty Mike!
When unarmed females threaten, he comes through.
–Tom Riley
Cash Crop
Where did the Yankee traders get their wares?
Africa’s biggest cash crop was its slaves.
Your history, my lad, requires repairs.
Where did the Yankee traders get their wares?
The great black kingdoms had a lot of spares,
And profit’s what the royal spirit craves.
Where did the Yankee traders get their wares?
Africa’s biggest cash crop was its slaves.
–Tom Riley
Golden Showers of Eloquence
Ann Coulter’s speaking up for brain-dead Joe.
I guess her pimp, Mitt Romney, told her to.
Labial piss she happily lets flow.
Ann Coulter’s speaking up for brain-dead Joe.
Plummeting Afghans leave her heart aglow.
At Joe’s lame comments she’s content to coo.
Ann Coulter’s speaking up for brain-dead Joe.
I guess her pimp, Mitt Romney, told her to.
–Tom Riley
The Man in the Media Mask
Miserable failure Joe
wants to go masked now
more than ever.
–Tom Riley
High-IQ Winner
You cannot say that Joe’s a loser now—
For, with his aid, the Taliban has won.
His plans have struck with deadly force. Ka-pow!
You cannot say that Joe’s a loser now!
Triumph is dancing fiercely on his brow.
He’s not just pleased: he’s thrilled with what he’s done.
You cannot say that Joe’s a loser now,
For, with his aid, the Taliban has won!
–Tom Riley
Flammeus Gladius 