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Vladimir Putin, La-La-La

Vladimir Putin, La-La-La

Turks are in NATO, sure, but nonetheless
They chant the name of Putin with delight.
They recognize the West is one sad mess
And they are glad that Putin’s there to fight
The utter madness. Rhetoric takes flight
Against the man who rescued Russia – here.
But elsewhere in the world, they keep in sight
The virtues he’s displaying in his sphere.
Mockery from the West expresses fear—
And nothing more. Yes, let them be afraid!
All that the twisted empire now holds dear
Should be, for its perversity, unmade.
Putin is elevated through complaint—
A hero to the Turks, if not a saint.

–Tom Riley

Rules-Based Order Crowd

The Rules-Based Order Crowd

The rules-based order which these pricks defend
Is such a load of shit, the smell would choke
A goat. As they quite visibly descend
Into a state inspired by meth or coke
Or both, their solemn speeches are a joke—
And all their threats as vain as tranny tits.
Touting their wealth, they’ll soon learn they are broke.
Touting their strength, they’ll soon prove helpless shits.
Right now it’s evident they’ve lost their wits.
Their spokesmouth, who was formerly a fool,
Is now a senile fool. He snorts, and spits,
And then insists he’s competent and cool.
How can such hopeless boneheads cast a spell?
Believe them and they’ll drag you down as well.

–Tom Riley

St. Vlad

St. Vlad

You see clear halo there about his head.
Even foul enemies at New York Post
Acknowledge thoroughly, not just almost,
In him fierce sanctity that fills with dread
Vast demon horde. How many now have fled!
This is because behind him Holy Ghost
Is operating. NATO soon is toast.
Put silly Western lies at last to bed.
And every moment, fans, is icon now.
Saints suffer and are endlessly maligned.
Lacking in neurons, Biden has a cow
Since overcoming God is task assigned.
Vlad, targeted, still struggles on somehow.
So victory is finally defined.

–Tom Riley

Join the Club

Join the Club

Finland, Sweden: they’re joining the clique.
At the bear they’ll both shake the same stick
As invaded Ukraine.
Will they feel the same pain?
If they don’t, it’ll be a neat trick.

–Tom Riley

Pro-Peace

Pro-Peace

Anti-Ukraine? No, that I’m not.
I’m anti-NATO-proxy-war.
(I have to hyphenate a lot.)
Anti-Ukraine? No! That I’m not!
That kind of hatred I ain’t got.
I’m full of kindness at my core.
Anti-Ukraine? No. That I’m not.
I’m anti-NATO-proxy-war.

–Tom Riley

Crazy Bandera

Crazy Bandera

Crazy Bandera still controls Ukraine—
And loony Western outlets cheer him on.
You who are literate object in vain:
Crazy Bandera still controls Ukraine!
He is its heart, though NATO runs its brain.
Their sweet accord is not a simple con.
Crazy Bandera still controls Ukraine,
And loony Western outlets cheer him on.

–Tom Riley

Sacred Cause

Sacred Cause

NATO expansion is a sacred cause.
If you have doubts, then you can go to Hell.
It’s pointless to request that we hit pause:
NATO expansion is a sacred cause,
Obedient to bright, transcendent laws.
Let foolish Fyodor ring his futile bell!
NATO expansion is a sacred cause.
If you have doubts, then you can go to Hell!

–Tom Riley

Volodymyr’s Genius Plan

Volodymyr’s Genius Plan

Zelensky has his cronies in the West.
When all the pawns upon the board are scattered,
His current recklessness will be professed
From luxury, as if it truly mattered.
He’ll likely find a place in Hollywood
And thus advance the cause of U.S. trannies.
Media adulation will seem good—
As will the sight of round and well-toned fannies.
He’ll join the set that never has to pay
For idiotic and absurd offenses.
Pursuing fresh ambitions that bright day,
He will not mind his former moods and tenses.
Ukraine will be a mess, but he’ll be fine.
I’d say he’s shaped a pretty slick design.

–Tom Riley

Amicitia NATOnis

Amicitia NATOnis

We’ll goad your neighbor into an attack
Then spend your lives like little copper coins.
Insisting black is white and white is black,
We’ll goad your neighbors into an attack.
Don’t worry then. We’ll sort of have your back.
The lust for blood is stirring in our loins.
We’ll goad your neighbor into an attack—
Then spend your lives like little copper coins.

–Tom Riley

We’re the Good Guys

We’re the Good Guys

We gather world opinion to our cause.
And what we do is righteous – every time.
By force we spread our vision, customs, laws.
We gather world opinion to our cause!
At other empires, maybe, conscience gnaws.
In our case, though, a crime is not a crime.
We gather world opinion to our cause.
And what we do is righteous – every time!

–Tom Riley