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

Where’s His Motivation?

Where’s His Motivation?

It’s obvious that Merrick Garland punk
Got swirlied every now and then in school.
It wasn’t undeserved, but now the skunk
Is eager for revenge. He yanks his tool
And thinks that his Gestapo stuff is cool.
He has the FBI to back his play.
The strong once pissed him off. The weak must rule
Therefore. For Merrick, that’s the only way.
You’re normal? Then he means to make you pay
For knowing norms that he can never know.
When he expressed his heart, you said: “That’s gay.”
For you he’ll now put on a donkey show
Worse than the one Lloyd Austin has designed.
He’s always had your punishment in mind.

–Tom Riley

Clear Winner

Clear Winner

Fetterman the clear winner! In vain
Did Republican spokesmen complain
That his misshapen skull
Was a long way from full.
In this game, who the hell needs a brain?

–Tom Riley

Wave Goodbye

Wave Goodbye

The Red Wave didn’t happen. No surprise
To me. It was a prophecy too good
For zombies such as us to realize.
We ain’t in no triumphant neighborhood.
Progressives cheated, sure. We knew they would.
But did they need to cheat to hold at bay
The promised wave? As if mere cheating could!
Truth is that cheating’s just the game they play.
They have to keep in practice. But today
It’s clear, if it was not quite clear before,
That, ever since the Blue Boys beat the Gray,
This country’s been an unrepentant whore.
Since then, there never has been power to save
In any damn imaginary wave.

–Tom Riley

Getting Hammered in Pelosi-Land

Getting Hammered in Pelosi-Land

Bi-guy Paul’s extramarital tryst
Went awry. But now leftists insist
It was sheer MAGA hate
That assailed Nancy’s mate.
Opportunity must not be missed.

–Tom Riley

Rough Trade

Rough Trade

Paul Pelosi first fished for rough trade,
Then became, as is common, afraid—
So he summoned the cops.
Bottoms thus become tops.
Other guy got arrested, not paid.

–Tom Riley

Makes It All Worthwhile

Makes It All Worthwhile

Of most stuff you are not an afforder.
Twenty dollars is now worth a quarter.
Soon you’ll have to eat shit.
But don’t worry one bit:
You will still have the liberal world order!

–Tom Riley

¡No necesitamos a ningunos Democratas hediondos!

¡No necesitamos a ningunos Democratas hediondos!

You are a breakfast taco now, señor.
So says the ugly, shriveled White House witch,
Joe Biden’s nursemaid, formerly his whore.
Before dementia settled hard, the bitch
Would jump into the pool without a stitch—
And Joe would, too, while Secret Service guys
And girls got sick. Now Joe can only twitch,
And soil himself, and read pre-scripted lies.
The thing is, caballero: if you’re wise,
You’ll take the hint, and ditch this fucking ship,
Ignore the empty and self-serving cries
Of Bidens as they take their final dip,
And vote Republican. Be free, though sad!
Republicans suck, too, but not so bad.

–Tom Riley

Joe Did What?

Joe Did What?

I say that Joe did this and Joe did that,
But Joe, of course, is not the one who acted:
He’s too much the demented Democrat,
I say. That Joe did this, and Joe did that,
Is shorthand. A whole group of leftists sat
In council, though the details are redacted.
I say that Joe did this, and Joe did that—
But Joe, of course, is not the one who acted.

–Tom Riley

Sing a New Song unto the Fraud

Sing a New Song unto the Fraud

“I’m the first of first ladies, you see—
And I need a new song, just for me.
As the star of my show,
I exceed Jackie O!”
So says Dr. Jill Biden, Ed.D.

–Tom Riley