Vatican Smiles
The Vatican greets baby-killing cunts
With smiles once set aside for Jesus Christ
Himself. The Papal See had standards – once.
The Vatican greets baby-killing cunts
With zeal today. The current pope’s a dunce—
But something more than sense is sacrificed.
The Vatican greets baby-killing cunts
With smiles once set aside for Jesus Christ.
–Tom Riley
The Education of Mark Shea
He early learned to grunt some holy grunts.
Today he’s hailed as wise apologist.
Though it was always clear that he’s a dunce,
He early learned to grunt some holy grunts.
He only had to wave his Bible once
And on his own damned righteousness insist.
He early learned to grunt some holy grunts.
Today he’s hailed as wise apologist.
–Tom Riley
Catholic Tastes
Shea has his fans – as soft and lame as he,
As talentless, though never quite as fat.
They celebrate his imbecility
As brilliance. They applaud loud, and that’s that.
Virtueless, he is hailed as virtuecrat.
Witless, he is exalted as a wit.
His ill-constructed sentences fall flat.
It doesn’t matter. Punks admire his shit.
Does this surprise the wise? Ha! Not a bit!
It is the sort of thing a sage expects.
The idiotic words of Mark Shea fit
The preconceptions of all leftist sects.
Their praise comes cheap, but nothing could be sweeter.
He loves his status as a Catholic leader.
–Tom Riley
Moronic Mimesis
If the plagiarist
could steal God’s handiwork, he
wouldn’t even hesitate.
–Tom Riley
William Blake, The Great Architect
Unending
The idiocy will
continue until at last you
all smarten up.
–Tom Riley
Payback Is a Fat Bitch
Fat-assed gamma boy strolls past to sneer
At the dogs he pretends not to fear
And intends to have gassed.
Judgment also strolls past.
He’ll be long gassed in punishment’s sphere.
–Tom Riley
(Dog-hater and notorious glutton Mark Shea takes another brave walk.)
Button Up
What a creep like you does in the dark
I attend to but little. But hark!
Though this may not sound nice,
It is friendly advice:
Keep your hands off your Man Buttons, Mark.
–Tom Riley
(Dog-hater and notorious glutton Mark Shea celebrates his “Man Buttons.”)
The Warrior Shea
In victories he was swimmin’.
He killed children, dogs, and women.
–Johnny Cash
Feckless Shea needs
the state even to slaughter
a couple puppies.
–Tom Riley
(PP ally and notorious glutton Mark Shea wants dogs destroyed.)
Canicide
Shea’s a hero? That claim I deny.
So he says – but his tale is a lie.
Punk has lied from his youth.
Here instead is the truth:
Shea fears dogs, so he wants them to die.
–Tom Riley
(PP ally and notorious glutton Mark Shea wants dogs destroyed.)
Judgmental
Who wants to kill some dogs? The Mighty Shea!
They made him shit his pants, and now he’s pissed.
It’s true: he raised a weapon in his fist
And shaped from his vast bulk a grand display.
Eventually, unharmed, he got away—
Because he had the courage to resist.
Nonetheless, dogs are added to the list
Of things that frighten him and have to pay.
Don’t plead for mercy, crazy PETA punks!
He still remembers how he dropped his fudge.
From his distaste for puppies, cats, and skunks,
For snakes and spiders too, he will not budge.
Practical kindness tests he always flunks.
Of how he stank that day, he’ll be the judge.
–Tom Riley
(PP ally and notorious glutton Mark Shea wants dogs destroyed.)
Flammeus Gladius 