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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

Payment Forever Due

Payment Forever Due

Joe sanctioned Russia, folks – but you’re the ones
Who’ve paid, are paying, and will always pay.
Don’t worry, though. At least he’s seizing guns!
Joe sanctioned Russia, folks. But you’re the ones
He really means to punish. May your sons
Be trannies soon! It’s all in Biden’s day.
Joe sanctioned Russia, folks, but you’re the ones
Who’ve paid, are paying, and will always pay.

–Tom Riley

Sanctioners Sanctioned

Sanctioners Sanctioned

We are causing that Putin guy pain

With our sanctions – all due to Ukraine.

              Is he tough?  Not at all.

              We are making him crawl!

Still, the ruble ascends.  It’s insane!

–Tom Riley

Creepy Joe and the Great Sanction Orgy

Creepy Joe and the Great Sanction Orgy

Whom shall I sanction (Biden asks) today?
I’ll sanction every state that disagrees.
I’ll sanction every guy that isn’t gay.
I’ll sanction every punk not on his knees
To me and all my buddies. Hard to please,
I’ll sanction those who dare stay uncommitted
To all the lies I pitch as verities.
I’ll sanction those who say they won’t be shitted.
I’m tough as hell, though maybe insect-witted.
I’ll sanction India and China too.
Is it against the facts that I am pitted?
I’ll sanction you and you and you and you!
I’ve soiled my underpants, so why be nice?
America, not I, will pay the price.

–Tom Riley

(Note on the text: Sniffer Joe has of course never been literate enough to use the accusative pronoun “whom” correctly, nor to distinguish between nominative and accusative in such phrases as “America, not I.” And now he’s deep in dementia. He can’t distinguish his fundament from an aperture in the earth. But there’s no percentage in representing Joe’s drooling voice too accurately. T.R.)