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Uncaged

Uncaged

Benedict sought to cage McCarrick’s ass.
Francis just grinned and set the monster loose.
A righteous sort of fellow for his class,
Benedict sought to cage McCarrick’s ass.
They ousted him for that, perv got a pass,
And Francis even patted Ted’s caboose.
Benedict sought to cage McCarrick’s ass.
Francis just grinned and set the monster loose.

–Tom Riley

Nothing to Say

Nothing to Say

At this point, Francis won’t apologize.
He claims indeed he won’t say anything.
Will silence cut accusers down to size?
Will sullenness move blasted choirs to sing
Anew? Is Francis even worrying
About such stuff as this? I have my doubts.
With the loose world he’s had a torrid fling.
He’s gob-smacked now that accusation shouts
At him, and offers him no easy outs.
He can’t blame fundamentalists for this.
The fundamental decency he flouts
Does not gaze up at him and beg a kiss.
He will not sip from this unhappy cup.
Hey, don’t complain! At least we shut him up.

–Tom Riley

(Pope Francis won’t comment on nuncio’s allegations.)

A “Sonnet” for Easter?

A “Sonnet” for Easter?

 

Insulting God with sheer incompetence,

The fraud Shea peddles yet more Easter verses.

In false rhymes his boneheadedness immerses

The reader’s ear.  Of course, he makes no sense

Babbling inanities.  In all events,

My rigor, fierce and Juvenalian, curses

His fumbling fog, which never quite disperses,

His carelessness, which never near repents.

Sad truth:  his editors are boneheads, too.

He fails in scansion and in rhyme?  So what?

He fakes Catholicism through and through.

He poses as a sage, though he’s a nut.

Ghettoized Catholics just don’t have a clue.

He drops his tent-like pants.  They kiss his butt.

 

–Tom Riley

New Direction in the Church

A New Direction in the Church

 

The Persecuted Church in China? Folks,
Pope Francis rules it needs to be betrayed.
Of what are all these Christian Chinks afraid?
With the big grin he saves for stupid jokes,
Francis greets all objections. Frequent tokes
On the sublime illogic bong have made
Him firm in idiocy. He’s displayed
His character — on which sound reason chokes.
From commissars he earns an A++.
He’s stabbed his fellow Christians in the back
With an air that is all-imperious.
He isn’t on the old-style papal track.
He doesn’t need to board that crashing bus.
In fact, it’s what he’s eager to attack.

 

—Tom Riley

Geolatria

Geolatria

 

Gaia is calling for your worship, boys.
Even the pope has joined the congregation,
So why not you? He says your proper station
Is there with him, immersed in all the joys
Geolatry conveys. Your idle noise,
Your penny-ante ratiocination,
Your skepticism: all is obfuscation,
Just children playing with cerebral toys.
His own brain he is proud to set aside,
Obeying the communal mind instead.
When St. John hailed the Logos, St. John lied.
The Logos as a concept is as dead
As any stinking, tattered shred of hide.
Worship the Living Earth and not the shred!

 

—Tom Riley

Sheer Emptiness

Sheer Emptiness

 

Amazing how sheer emptiness succeeds!
I know a puffed-up fraud who still has fans
Galore. They think his part has been a man’s.
They even celebrate heroic deeds
He never did. In public, he’s told beads
In his immense and unaccomplished hands.
They think that he has done as God commands.
They think his principles have been the Creed’s.
But all within is Pharisaical—
Not devilishly clever but just vain.
With infantility he’s stocked his skull—
Then preached maturity. Oh, what a rain
Of words he has produced — vacuous, dull!
He’d have done worse if he’d possessed a brain.

 

—Tom Riley

Cardinal’s Command

Cardinal’s Command

 

The cardinal has issued his decree.
This is the Age of Francis, and the Creed
Must alter in accordance with the need
To follow every papal prophecy.
People, how damn obstructive can you be?
The Doctors of the Church aren’t here to lead
Anyone! Only Francis can succeed
In utter shepherdhood. You must agree!
Yea, if the words of Francis make you sick
The way Obama’s bullshit used to do,
If you think that the current pope’s a prick
And not a god, the problem must be you.
Don’t tell the cardinal to suck your dick!
He may well smile and nod and shout: “Ya-hoo!”

 

—Tom Riley

 

(Cardinal Cupich calls on Catholics to abandon cherished beliefs.)

New High Point

A New High Point in American Catholic History

 

 

Whoever ghosted Mrs. Clinton’s shit
Is quoting popes. The Jesuits are thrilled.
All of their aspirations are fulfilled.
With Hillary, some popes are now a hit.
Catholics have pleased her wisdom and her wit.
Jesuit hearts can therefore not be stilled.
Who really gives a damn if kids are killed
In clinics we uphold like Holy Writ?
As long as Goddess Hillary is smiling,
No former Catholic truth need be maintained.
On with fresh praise the Jesuits are piling.
Their sense of glory cannot be contained.
Her gorgeous countenance they find beguiling.
Her utterances echo, Einstein-brained.

 

 

—Tom Riley

 

 

(Jesuit journal “America” gushes over Hillary’s mention of popes.)

Dutch Babies

Dutch Babies

 

 

Steve King just spat on someone else’s babies.
(The congressfellow, not the horror guy.)
He is a heretic. No room for maybes.
Mark Shea has ruled – which ought to satisfy
The skeptical. All borders are a lie.
The Netherlands and these United States
Must hear the alien’s Islamic cry
And let his babies in. Embrace your fates,
O Christian cultures! At increasing rates,
Those babies, bound to grow, must be admitted.
Your subjugation certainly awaits.
For burkas must your daughters now be fitted.
Mark Shea says: “Don’t you spit on babies, fools!”
But, if those babes look edible, he drools.

 

 

–Tom Riley

(Planned Parenthood ally Mark Shea decries “heresy….”)

Daily Communicant

Daily Communicant

 

 

He will rush with great pride off to Mass.
Those who don’t go, in his view, are crass—
Hardly Christians at all.
Their devotion is small.
What? Reform his own smugness? He’ll pass.

 

 

–Tom Riley