Sadness of Stephen

The Sadness of Stephen

Kid acquitted – and Colbert is sad.
Self-defense is of course really bad
When the creeps of the Left,
Of all conscience bereft,
Spot a youngster and go murder mad.

–Tom Riley

Dream of a Counter-Rush

Dream of a Counter-Rush

 

They tried to push a leftist Rush for years.
They propped up every kind of idiot
They could imagine. Didn’t help one bit:
All efforts led to failure – and to tears.
In calculating skulls, the latest gears
Were turning, lubed with thick progressive spit.
The end result was always simply shit.
Impotently, the Left shook plastic spears.
That’s why they had to get their insults in
When cancer slammed the door on Rush’s reign.
Awash in imbecility and sin,
In agony from self-inflicted pain,
They knew Rush played a game they couldn’t win—
Wherever he might tie one-half his brain.

 

–Tom Riley

 

Vast Vacancy

The Vast Vacancy

 

That fat fraud Shea is at it once again.
What is he up to? Well, of course he’s lying.
He earns from sycophants a swift amen.
He finds the praise of morons gratifying.
Truly engage his brain? He isn’t trying.
It’s all progressive reflex, leftist twitch.
You might conclude that he were daily dying
To be, say, hag Pelosi’s strap-on bitch.
But you’d be wrong. When he adores that witch
Or sticks his busy tongue up Biden’s ass,
He isn’t scratching any inner itch.
Rather, it’s like his posturing at Mass.
He just thinks it’ll pay the bills to do it.
He’s vacuous inside – except for suet.

 

–Tom Riley

 

Pallida Mors

Pallida Mors

 

(in memoriam Rush Limbaugh)

 

Rush Limbaugh’s dead – and how they’re celebrating,
The pederasts and parasites online!
“Rest in piss” is the phrase that’s circulating.
Some halfwit with a tapeworm for a spine
Came up with that – and others found it fine.
The thought crimes Rush committed were that vicious.
He spoiled the Ministry of Truth’s design
By telling truths that stunned the meretricious.
News of his death to many is delicious.
They savor it like condom flavoring.
Their curses are absurdly superstitious—
But will not cease. O Death, where is thy sting?
Are leftist assholes partying? Why, yes—
But that, Rush, is the proof of your success.

 

–Tom Riley

 

Malicious and Meretricious

Malicious and Meretricious

 

Biden’s stolen reign I do not dread.
Little malice is left in his head,
The unfortunate mutt.
But that Kamala slut
Will be ruling real soon in his stead.

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

 

Pod Person

Pod Person

 

More baseless self-importance, you dumb cunt.
Nobody wants to shelter in your pod.
Sounds like a punishment from Dante’s God,
A German’s winter on the Russian front,
Decapitation with a blade that’s blunt,
A long confinement with, say, Sweeney Todd—
Yes, all rolled into one. So is it odd
That no sane man would want to bear the brunt
Of your despised proximity? Go hide
All on your lonesome, keeping your vile shit
Up your chute, irretrievably inside
Forever! Such a course will be a hit
With all mankind. We’ll all be satisfied.
We’ll celebrate your absence, not your wit.

 

–Tom Riley

 

(Poetastress RBW excludes folks from her “pandemic pod.”)

The Browner, the Better

The Browner, the Better

 

Don’t confuse the Supreme Court with facts!
Don’t expect that mere logic’s attacks
Will achieve penetration!
Tasked with clear arbitration,
Justice Roberts will lick leftist cracks.

 

–Tom Riley

 

Wear a Mask

Wear a Mask

 
Hey, wear a mask: it shows you truly care!
This is the shit Scott Eric Alt is shitting
Nowadays. And in my view it is fitting
That leftist types in need of brain repair
Should find a means to signal virtue there.
By hiding out, by being wimps, by quitting,
By whacking off at home or simply knitting,
They’re heroes saving maidens bright and fair.
Reality says otherwise, however.
Their slack, uncritical obedience
Renders them neither brave nor strong nor clever
In the face of imperious events.
When will they overflow with virtue? Never!
They cannot even claim mere common sense.

 
–Tom Riley

 

Meltdown

Meltdown

 
Vicious leftists all wanted Flynn bad.
Now that he’s off the hook, are they mad!
Thus, they curse AG Barr.
Close – but no damn cigar,
All you cunts. It’s so funny, it’s sad.

 
–Tom Riley

 

Hausfrau Hamilton

Hausfrau Hamilton

 

At Pubic Catholic, Hausfrau Hamilton
Is holding forth with ignorance enough
To blot out stars and moon and brilliant sun.
At Pubic Catholic, Hausfrau Hamilton
Proposes idiocies one by one.
Is anyone convinced by all this stuff
At Public Catholic? Hausfrau Hamilton
Is holding forth – with ignorance enough.

 

–Tom Riley