Amongst the Unmartyred

Amongst the Unmartyred

She wouldn’t leave the body there to rot.
She disobeyed the state – and Creon too.
Threatened, she answered: “Ha! What else you got?”—
As all the most heroic martyrs do.
But what’s the lesson here for me and you?
Are we as well, in utter imitation,
To flip off all the powers right on cue
From circumstances past our calculation?
Such zeal is certainly above our station.
We’re not the offspring of a mythic king
Who suffered gravely, then knew elevation.
Is martyrdom our course? It’s no such thing.
In us that sort of thought should never stir.
Act against piety? Yes, Creon, sir!

–Tom Riley

What Our Current Proxy War Is Really All About

What Our Current Proxy War Is Really All About

Because Joe wants to sniff the little boys
As well as little girls, we push gay shit
Around the world. The Biden-relished joys
Of LGBTQ must be a hit
Not only here but everywhere we sit
Our great big national (and global) ass
Down, even if it doesn’t seem to fit.
We won’t give any other land a pass.
But Russia isn’t playing nice. Alas,
It’s outlawed tranny truth and flipped the bird
At every lad who longs to be a lass!
That stance is so right-wing that it’s absurd!
Mark Milley and his pals are furious.
They opt for conflict – representing us.

–Tom Riley

Advance in Forensic Science

Advance in Forensic Science

Will we ever
find clear Cro-Magnon fingerprints on
slaughtered Neanderthal bones?

–Tom Riley

Tale of a Chubby Cheerleader

Tale of a Chubby Cheerleader

Mark Shea the Bogus Catholic’s A-okay
With cheering on abortion as a right.
His loyalty he’s happy to display.
At last, he’s seen the baby-killing light—
And with those who have not he’ll gladly fight
Online, though fisticuffs are not his deal.
The great big picture now he keeps in sight.
If you object, he snorts and says: “Get real!”
Before Joe Biden he is proud to kneel—
Though maybe Brainless Joe won’t stoop so low
As to sniff such a head or cop a feel
Of flabby pansy flesh presented so.
Nevertheless, Shea offers firm support
For the right, now held sacred, to abort.

–Tom Riley

What Time Is It?

What Time Is It?

Sadly, I have
to admit: it is already
way past Halloween.

–Tom Riley

Not a Boob

Not a Boob

Zelensky’s not the boob that some suppose.
Don’t judge him by the shirt he never changes!
What clever leaders know, Zelensky knows.
Through many disciplines his knowledge ranges—
And wise men far and wide are on his side:
To Russians they extend no toleration.
This clear advantage cannot be denied.
It augments his insightful cogitation.
To call him boob is far beyond the pale.
Let that abusive word now be discarded!
He is our global hero, folks: all hail!
He isn’t talking shit. He’s barely farted!
He’s not a boob, his allies all agree.
Nevertheless, he plays one on TV.

–Tom Riley

(This little sonnet first appeared as a comment at Awful Avalanche, where blogs the astoundingly perceptive Yalensis.)

Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving

For this small scrap of comfort I give thanks
Today: our global tyrants are as dumb
As any box of rocks. They may have tanks
And bombs, but now their threats grow wearisome.
Nations not under that vast, sweaty thumb
Are challenging the flimsy rules-based order
Preached by our gang of psychos. How ho-hum
The sermon’s grown on every distant border!
I pray the rebels give these creeps no quarter.
I pray the pedophilic tranny crew
Learn that the waiting Devil is a hoarder
Of just such souls as theirs. A harsh one, too.
Unrest, though unreported, rules the ranks.
For this above all else I now give thanks.

–Tom Riley

Celebration

Celebration

This baby-killing nation will be damned.
I am not mourning, folks. I’m celebrating
God’s justice down the throats of bastards crammed.
This baby-killing nation will be damned!
Hard on its pansy back will it be slammed—
And after that, of course, the flames are waiting.
This baby-killing nation will be damned.
I am not mourning, folks. I’m celebrating.

–Tom Riley

Going Along to Get Along

Going Along to Get Along

Democrats steal election – again.
It’s not nowadays just now and then.
No: it’s every damn time!
But the actual crime
Is Republicans’ saying amen.

–Tom Riley

Repetitio Mater Pacis

Repetitio Mater Pacis

Keep telling that
ghost that haunts you: you
don’t feel guilty.

–Tom Riley