Flammeus Gladius

Carmina et Verba pro Discipulis Meis

Tag: idiocy

Bunch of Regular Guys

A Bunch of Regular Guys

But Wagner didn’t do it all alone.
Regulars of the Russian Federation
Were heroes, too – and, in the danger zone
Triumphant, wreaking utter devastation
Upon the Ukronazis whom that pest
Zelensky played like pawns. His NATO bosses
Thought that his idiotic plan was best—
And so the Ukies took tremendous losses.
In spite of all the smoke that CIA
Imbeciles blow, the Russian cause advances—
While leaders of the West, far, far away,
Continue to adopt unyielding stances.
If Putin could take D.C., district squalid,
I think he would be doing us a solid.

–Tom Riley

Healthy Skepticism

Healthy Skepticism

They say your brain is operating, sir.
I’m waiting till I see the evidence.
Something, observers tell me, is astir:
They say your brain is operating. Sir,
I don’t deny that miracles occur—
But is this one in sync with past events?
They say your brain is operating, sir?
I’m waiting till I see the evidence.

–Tom Riley

Pueri Erunt Pueri

Pueri Erunt Pueri

The New York Times tries humor Oedipal
In origin. Ha, ha. What telling wit.
When such cunts, though, grow sickly Classical,
They only demonstrate they don’t know shit.
Truth is, the fate of Oedipus was writ
By Daddy, who molested Chrysippus,
Son if his host, and in that fashion spit
On common decency. Proceeding thus
To brand new crimes, the uncorrected cuss
Exposed his own son on the mountaintop.
Impossible but still imperious,
Laius the Reprobate just wouldn’t stop.
Despite The New York Times and all its noise,
That bastard should have let those boys be boys.

–Tom Riley

Anatomy of a Forgettery

Anatomy of a Forgettery

Is it really dementia? It’s not.
Mental flames there were never that hot.
Was there ever an hour
When he showed mental power?
If there ever was, fans, he forgot.

–Tom Riley

Doctrinal Issue

Doctrinal Issue

The doctrine of the Pharisees was bad.

O ye who read my words, don’t gainsay that!

But, quite aside from that, I find it sad

That some mere self-appointed autocrat

Who has the backwards attitude down pat

Can’t even make it eloquent and sly.

Mouth overflowing with cerebral fat,

He makes it lame and dull.  Hey, what a guy!

The throbbing essence of that ancient lie

Indeed is now what animates his frame.

His bogus preaching, though, just doesn’t fly.

He’s in the game but cannot play the game.

To contradict his nonsense, vain and tired,

No savior in the Temple is required.

–Tom Riley

This Our World

This Our World

By preaching idiocy everywhere,
He’s making this our world a better place.
You dare to disapprove? Why should he care!
By preaching idiocy everywhere,
He purifies the necessary air
Of fruitless complication. No disgrace:
By spreading idiocy everywhere,
He’s making this our world a better place.

–Tom Riley

Another Bush War

Another Bush War

Why today are Ukrainians dying
While our CIA heroes keep lying
And our real prospects sink?
George Bush thought he could think
A belief that was quite satisfying.

–Tom Riley

Why Wait for Late Night?

Why Wait for Late Night?

Who says Putin must go? Now it’s Joe.
With such zingers he often lets go.
Critics may call them gaffes—
But Joe plays them for laughs.
It’s top-rated, his comedy show.

–Tom Riley

Elimination Compensation

Elimination Compensation

If only Vlad could be eliminated,
Why, Russians could be just like Lindsey Graham
And Bonehead Joe! Our values must be stated:
If only Vlad could be eliminated—
By which we mean, of course, assassinated—
McDonald’s could return to them. Hot damn!
If only Vlad could be eliminated,
Why, Russians could be just like Lindsey Graham!

–Tom Riley

Marching On

Marching On

The contemptible fat fraud Mark Shea
Marches on with deception today.
His implausible lies
Aren’t convincing the wise.
Many idiots, though, cheer away.

–Tom Riley

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