Unlimited Objections
It’s time, O host, that you at last repented!
Your parasites object to all your views.
You are reviled and afterward resented.
It’s time, O host, that you at last repented:
You are adjudged offensive and demented!
Dismissed are the defenses that you use.
It’s time, O host, that you at last repented:
Your parasites object to all your views.
–Tom Riley
Philosophical Pessimism Can Be Fun!
Are you having a miserable day?
As the seconds tick vainly away,
Never truly enjoyed,
Do you stare at the Void?
Do you find this a cool game to play?
–Tom Riley
Satori for Sale!
At the Zen
perception stand, they proudly peddle
affordable incipient haiku.
–Tom Riley
They’re Already Looking
Someone will find the evidence you hid,
Your deed will be defined anew as crime,
And of your wicked past you won’t be rid.
Someone will find the evidence you hid.
Someone will know exactly what you did.
Your sprint to shame you won’t stop on a dime.
Someone will find the evidence you hid.
Your deed will be defined anew as crime.
–Tom Riley
On a Zelensky Boast
Younger than Putin, are you? Sure. That’s true.
But, mister, you’re a whole lot gayer, too.
–Tom Riley
The Great Zelensky
Zelensky’s great at softball interviews
And linking arms with pansies of the West.
What does it matter if his soldiers lose?
Zelensky’s great at softball interviews!
Whatever help we send him, he can use
To feather properly his exile’s nest.
Zelensky’s great – at softball interviews
And linking arms with pansies of the West.
–Tom Riley
Canonization Process
(for M.G.)
Vladimir, subtle leader of the Rus,
A gal I love still doubts that you’re a saint.
As you kick Western decadent caboose,
Vladimir, subtle leader of the Rus,
Take care to cross yourself! Though the obtuse
Are buying half-assed NATO lies, I ain’t,
Vladimir. Subtle leader of the Rus:
A gal I love still doubts that you’re a saint.
–Tom Riley
(Let me remind such readers as I have that Comrade Putin’s Christian name receives its accent on the middle syllable!)
Waste Is a Win
Congratulations! You have
killed the time you thought
you didn’t have.
–Tom Riley
Team Sport
It isn’t just Zelensky I despise:
It’s every motherfucker on his team.
Learning their names alone has been a dream
Of sheer disgust. Attending to their lies—
Oh, it’s far worse! Their howls, their whines, their cries,
Their importunities, vile and extreme,
Though twits like Lindsey Graham are moved to cream,
Are in my view the stuff that draws fat flies.
If there were not, beneath the earth, a Hell,
Then one would need at last to be invented
For all the Kiev regime’s foul personnel
Who of their arrogance have not repented.
My contempt for that crew’s too deep to tell.
You say you think they’re fine? Then you’re demented.
–Tom Riley
Vampire Ball
The vampire ball is over, Putin said.
The vampires do not want it, though, to end,
Do not want to admit that they are dead.
“The vampire ball is over.” Putin said
The words that those who thrive by sucking dread.
His voice was soft, but he meant to offend.
The vampire ball is over. Putin said!
The vampires do not want it, though, to end.
–Tom Riley
Flammeus Gladius 