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Saurian Lecturer

The Saurian Lecturer

 

Pretending he has wisdom to impart,
He lectures from his well of ignorance.
Bamboozled by his rep, his audience
Accepts this mindless babbling as high art.
They love the odor of his oral fart.
His scattered spittle they call Heaven’s rinse.
Believe me: they are not hard to convince.
He has these poor souls drooling from the start.
You seek to disabuse the crowd in vain.
They’re lost from nasal hairs to fingertips.
About his emptiness, they won’t complain,
Though they’d be better off if his huge lips
Were governed not by his deficient brain
But by the ganglion that rules his hips.

 

—Tom Riley

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Barbarian

Barbarian

 

“My keen insights are wholly unique!
Next to me, every scholar’s a freak
And a loser most vile
With an unpolished style!”
So he said. But he didn’t know Greek.

 

—Tom Riley

On the Merge

On the Merge

 

Must my consciousness merge with A.I.?
Experts say that it must — so a sigh
Now escapes from the meat.
Such transcendence ain’t sweet.
Be myself? I cannot even try.

 

—Tom Riley

 

(Futurists stress importance of merging with artificial intelligence.)

F-Trump Movement

The F-Trump Movement

 

Why on earth are these chubby, hairy guys
Hot to have wild sex with our president?
Their t-shirt propositions they present
In public — which no sage would label wise.
When decent people seek to hush these cries
Of lust, the Trumpophilic malcontent
Redoubles his aggression, won’t repent,
And boasts anew about his phallic size.
Haven’t you noticed, Teddy Bears from Hell,
That Trump loves gorgeous women? This won’t stop
Because your tiny tallywhackers swell
With dark desire. He’ll simply call a cop.
And, even if you worked your come-ons well,
In all of his encounters Trump’s on top.

 

—Tom Riley

 

(Obese SJW Andy Ternay presents courageous t-shirt.)

Love Letters Straight from the Heart

Love Letters Straight from the Heart

 

Lisa and Peter: ah, romantic pair!
We know them chiefly from the texts they sent
And from the feelings that they dared to share
When not adulterating. Their assent
To one another’s words of discontent
Proved to the world that they were kindred souls
And therefore had no reason to repent
While they were striving toward their common goals.
Russians they hated with whole steaming bowls
Of hatred — and Romanians as well.
Pro-lifers they would roast on glowing coals—
And country hicks consign to hayseed hell.
Their conversation: nothing could be sweeter—
When Lisa wasn’t sucking Peter’s peter.

 

—Tom Riley

 

(Strzok and Page texts reveal ethnic, class hatred.)

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Satan Strikes Anew

Satan Strikes Anew

 

On these matters, I’m just a bit manic.
Every foreign idea makes me panic—
And I smell brimstone, too.
I won’t listen to you!
I am certain your voice is Satanic.

 

—Tom Riley

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Celestial Calendar

Celestial Calendar

 

I’ve nailed up
the celestial calendar. Why are
you acting earthly?

 

—Tom Riley

Man versus Machine

Man versus Machine

 

As a lad, I could triumph at chess
Over any computer. The mess
Those things made of their game
Was a laughable shame.
Have things changed over time? Alas, yes.

 

—Tom Riley