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Nimrod’s Tower

Nimrod’s Tower

They strive to show how much they love the pope—
This Commie pope, whose errors multiply
Faster than any laboratory fly.
In his escape from reason, they find hope—
And with his babbling they are proud to cope.
Does Nimrod’s tower rise indeed? How high?
Curial pederasts must now deny
This project of the mouthy papal dope.
Confusion is, of course, on all their tongues.
They press ahead, which means they fall behind.
They mean to drag their asses up firm rungs
But find the promised ladder realigned.
The virus fills their souls, not just their lungs.
I’m glad their pontiff doesn’t have a mind.

–Tom Riley

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Ambiguities of Biden Classification

Ambiguities of Biden Classification

Bonehead? Meathead? The issue’s unsure.
For uncertainty, maybe, no cure
In this life will appear.
Still, we’ve seen it all year:
His stupidity’s frightfully pure.

–Tom Riley

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Catholic Tastes

Catholic Tastes

 

Shea has his fans – as soft and lame as he,
As talentless, though never quite as fat.
They celebrate his imbecility
As brilliance. They applaud loud, and that’s that.
Virtueless, he is hailed as virtuecrat.
Witless, he is exalted as a wit.
His ill-constructed sentences fall flat.
It doesn’t matter. Punks admire his shit.
Does this surprise the wise? Ha! Not a bit!
It is the sort of thing a sage expects.
The idiotic words of Mark Shea fit
The preconceptions of all leftist sects.
Their praise comes cheap, but nothing could be sweeter.
He loves his status as a Catholic leader.

 

–Tom Riley

Moronic Mimesis

Moronic Mimesis

If the plagiarist
could steal God’s handiwork, he
wouldn’t even hesitate.

–Tom Riley

 

The Great Architect (The Creation) by William Blake

William Blake, The Great Architect

Sonnet-Minded

Sonnet-Minded

 
Some boneheads cheer for sonnet-minded Shea.
The false rhyme and the non-existent meter
Don’t bother them – or so at least they say.
He fiddles with his literary peter,
And they affirm that they’ve known nothing sweeter.
Ignorance is of course a factor here.
They’re way too dumb to see that he’s a cheater.
Viewed through that mist, his errors disappear.
His blunders to the well-informed are clear,
However. It is obvious he sucks.
But how can someone savvy and sincere
Explain hard standards to the stupid fucks
Who have concluded Mark Shea has a brain?
The highest eloquence would be in vain.

 
–Tom Riley

Contra Stultos

Contra Stultos

 

“Do you argue with fools, lad?”  Ach, nein.

Sir, my self-control’s almost divine.

Although idiots scream,

I do not grow extreme—

Except (like other sages) online.

 

–Tom Riley

Unending

Unending

 

The idiocy will

continue until at last you

all smarten up.

 

–Tom Riley

Plasticity

Plasticity

Does Shea’s brain ever manage to pass
Hard exams? No, it doesn’t – alas!
Half the cells there are dead.
But don’t worry your head,
Mark Shea fan – for he thinks with his ass!

–Tom Riley

Payback Is a Fat Bitch

Payback Is a Fat Bitch

Fat-assed gamma boy strolls past to sneer
At the dogs he pretends not to fear
And intends to have gassed.
Judgment also strolls past.
He’ll be long gassed in punishment’s sphere.

–Tom Riley

(Dog-hater and notorious glutton Mark Shea takes another brave walk.)

Button Up

Button Up

What a creep like you does in the dark
I attend to but little. But hark!
Though this may not sound nice,
It is friendly advice:
Keep your hands off your Man Buttons, Mark.

–Tom Riley

(Dog-hater and notorious glutton Mark Shea celebrates his “Man Buttons.”)