Another Option

Another Option

Some opt indeed for dogs – and they’re okay.
Some opt for cats instead. All right, I get it.
But my allegiance goes another way:
I opt for snakes, dear people. There: I said it.
Our furry friends are too damn similar
To us. They show the wretched urge to cuddle.
From all that crap, the serpent coils afar
And boldly offers us a cold rebuttal.
A reptile pet is more a fierce machine.
The snake is smoothly streamlined for survival.
Such calm efficiency does not demean.
In its own realm, the serpent know no rival.
Against that strength my spirit will not harden,
Whatever happened in some mythic garden.

–Tom Riley

Devil Dog

Devil Dog

He said it was a nice dog in July—
But now it has three heads, comes straight from Hell,
And soon will sprout vast wings with which to fly.
He said it was a nice dog in July—
A comment he is likely to deny
Because his brain does not remember well.
He said it was a nice dog in July–
But now? It has three heads, comes straight from Hell!

–Tom Riley

Searcher

The Searcher

He sniffed out murder victims for the cops.
He used dogs, sure — but that was incidental.
Few were his widely-witnessed starts and stops.
His main advantage, as he said, was mental
and spiritual. What he sought were souls
less in a place than in a dislocation.
The bodies might be burnt or stuffed in holes–
but he heard voices raised in ululation.
Something he never told us till the end:
no desperate cry his inner gift detected,
no message that a dead soul chose to send,
ever was gone. His own soul, unprotected,
was haunted by the whole poor mob he’d found.
Many believed he perished of the sound.

–Tom Riley

Tenet of Faucism

A Tenet of Faucism

Fauci did torture puppies, it’s true.
Plus, he lies till he turns a bright blue.
He most likely sucks cock.
But he’s still our top doc—
And, if you don’t do homage, fuck you!

–Tom Riley

Soul Signals

Soul Signals

The body odor of a hog
Signals what Mark Shea’s soul is like.
What frightens every neighbor’s dog?
The body odor of a hog,
Wit of decerebrated frog,
Conscience forever out on strike!
The body odor of a hog
Signals what Mark Shea’s soul is like.

–Tom Riley

Mark Shea, Cynophobe

Mark Shea, Cynophobe

 
There is a reason that this fat prick hates
Our canine friends with such unholy zeal;
That he insists it’s one tremendous deal
When dogs just bark at him; that he inflates
With spurious bravado when his mate’s
Whine fills the air; that he cannot conceal
His lust for puppy wounds that will not heal;
That, when a pet’s destroyed, he celebrates.
There is a reason that his heart’s so small;
A reason that his malice endlessly
Expands, much like his butt. No need to stall
As we pursue this galling inquiry.
His envy – which is vast – explains it all.
Even a bitch is more a man than he.

 
–Tom Riley

At the Devil’s Behest

At the Devil’s Behest

 
Twitterball – and Mark Shea’s calling skins.
Though he’s no doubt committed worse sins
At the Devil’s behest,
Still it must be confessed:
When the freak bares his chest, no one wins.

 
–Tom Riley

 
(Dog-hater and notorious glutton Mark Shea appears shirtless on Twitter.)

Consistent Pro-Life Ethic

Consistent Pro-Life Ethic

 
The soulless fraud that calls itself Mark Shea
Now offers a predictable defense
Of baby-killer Bernie. What the hey!
He’s Jewish! So it makes a lot of sense
For him to think the unrestrained expense
Of fetal human blood a thing so slight
That giggles are in order. Malcontents
Complain – but, for a Jew, that view’s all right!
Shea wishes rigid trads would see the light
And show respect for Bernie’s wise tradition.
Descend, freaks, from your self-appointed height!
Life in the womb is not the sacred mission
That you pretend! We’ve had enough of that!
Support the welfare state! Vote Democrat!

 
–Tom Riley

 

(Dog-hater and notorious glutton Mark Shea defends Bernie Sanders’ abortion advocacy.)

Wolf Eyes

Wolf Eyes

 
You had to send your werewolf to a kennel.
Resentment now is fiery in his eyes.
Wolves will forgive no easier than men’ll.
You had to send your werewolf to a kennel?
Apologies will help no more than Zen’ll.
Those claws and fangs will cut you down to size.
You had to send your werewolf to a kennel.
Resentment now is fiery in his eyes.

 
–Tom Riley

 

Puppy Love

Puppy Love

 

Has Shea learned to love dogs?  Not quite yet.

He still wants them destroyed.  No regret.

You like dogs.  Shea does not.

His tastes differ – a lot.

He keeps Scott Eric Alt as his pet.

 

–Tom Riley