Chess Is 99 Percent Tactics

Chess Is 99 Percent Tactics

Robert E. Lee has not been named a saint–
except in Heaven, where no doubt he has.
A sympathetic figure now he ain’t:
He falls afoul of rap — and maybe jazz.
In old age, he revealed unguessed pizzazz.
Even his allies called him Granny Lee
at first — but dropped the appellation as
he smote with thunderbolts the enemy.
He lost at last — but kept his dignity.
Those who defeated him saw how he shone
with courage, principle, and sanctity.
Today’s weak souls declare he must atone.
I’ve heard — and I declare I doubt it not–
he and St. Michael now play chess a lot.

–Tom Riley

Pederasty Begins at Snoop Dogg’s Home

Pederasty Begins at Snoop Dogg’s Home

 

 

Bow Wow objects to Trump’s damn self-defense.
Punk says he’s going to pimp Melania out.
The little puppy needs to bark – or shout.
The vacuum in his manhood is immense.
Also, he doesn’t have a lot of sense.
Deep in his doggy heart, there’s only doubt.
He’s more a little sissy than a lout.
He always just bends over for events.
Feel sorry for him, sure – but ask as well:
“How did the bitchy pathic get this way?”
A manly heart, perhaps, can speak from Hell—
But this one of his weakness makes display.
It’s not a puzzlement – for you can tell
He sucks his uncle off most every day.

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Shad Moss defends adopted uncle.)

Who’s the Clown?

Who’s the Clown?

 

 

Trump’s a clown – and the clown has to die.
Snoop’s fans cheer as the rapper lets fly,
Through both image and sound,
All his insights profound.
They know Snoop is a serious guy.

 

 

–Tom Riley

 

 

(Intellectual giant formerly known as Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Jr., issues reflective music video.)