Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

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In All Righteousness

In All Righteousness

 

A superior Christian named Shea,

In all righteousness having his say,

Is reproving the rest.

They have all failed his test.

That’s the shit that he spews, anyway.

 

–Tom Riley

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Love Bombs

Love Bombs

 

Against the racist fiends of Germany

Did Shea’s heroic daddy bravely fight—

Or, well, he loaded bombs heroically.

Bombers, equipped, would set foul Deutschland right.

Bombers would make those racists see the light

And finally embrace both blacks and Jews.

These love bombs were delivered via flight.

Mark Shea’s dad made it possible.  That’s news!

A segregated army?  Don’t accuse!

Southern types helped the effort?  Don’t defend!

The point is that the Nazis had to lose

So that Mark Shea, in our time, could pretend

He signed Emancipation Proclamations

In all the unenlightened Axis nations.

 

–Tom Riley

Unparalleled Loss

Unparalleled Loss

 

In a deep chair, he’s gathering moss.

He dips donuts in thick chocolate sauce.

Social media shit

Absorbs all of his wit.

Can the movement survive such a loss?

 

–Tom Riley

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(Dog-hater and notorious glutton Mark Shea leaves pro-life movement.)

Dastardly Do-Wrong

Dastardly Do-Wrong

 

“All your choices we’ve carefully named—

And your spirit we’ve thoroughly tamed.

Now our challenge we fling:

Dare to do the right thing!”

“I shall make the wrong choice!” he exclaimed.

 

–Tom Riley

Big Finish

Big Finish

 

“Ha!  Can’t you ever finish what you start?”

I’m starting to resent the me that started

Testing how strong I was – and, yes, how smart.

“Ha!  Can’t you ever finish what you start?”

Is finishing a science or an art?

Is it a challenge for the iron-hearted?

“Ha!  Can’t you ever finish what you start?”

I’m starting to resent the me that started.

 

–Tom Riley

Penned

Penned

 

Instead of “wrote,” our hero scribbles “penned.”

Oh, what a wild romantic he must be!

With such a thrilling impulse, why contend?

Instead of “wrote,” our hero scribbles “penned”!

Vocabulary struggles to transcend.

Embracing trivial variety,

Instead of “wrote,” our hero scribbles “penned”!

Oh, what a wild romantic he must be!

 

–Tom Riley

What a Pro Does

What a Pro Does

 

“Hey, don’t mock me!  I’m hurting inside!”

So he said when my comments grew snide.

What a pitiful clown!

Me, I just doubled down—

And I laughed when he visibly cried.

 

–Tom Riley

Mini-AOC

Mini-AOC

 

Little girl mocked sublime AOC.

How impertinent, kid, can you be?

The Left can’t permit more.

Here come death threats galore!

We don’t let little girls disagree.

 

–Tom Riley

 

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(“Mini-AOC” shut down with leftist death threats.)

AOC Senryu

AOC Senryu

 

Drink to me only

(said the toilet AOC

gazed at) with thine eyes!

 

–Tom Riley

 

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Like Me

Like Me

 

You’ve made the right assumptions, I can see.

Your views are all approved views, it is clear.

With luck, perhaps, you’ll be a saint like me.

 

I state the truth, but some still disagree.

I can’t help but assume they’re insincere.

You’ve made the right assumptions, I can see.

 

In earnestness, you’ve heard my earnest plea.

You’ve sipped your water, shed the proper tear.

With luck – perhaps – you’ll be a saint like me.

 

It truly is a lovely thing to be.

You whisper, and undying angels hear.

You’ve made the right assumptions.  I can see

 

Paradise as a probability.

My private circle is at last a sphere.

With luck, perhaps you’ll be a saint like me

 

And chase your every limit up a tree.

The sky may hold you infinitely dear.

You’ve made the right assumptions.  I can see.

With luck, perhaps, you’ll be a saint like me.

 

–Tom Riley