Christianist Charity

Christianist Charity

 

What’s happening in Shea’s distorted mind?
It’s the campaign for Stella that he curses
Today. His ringing rhetoric disperses
All charitable givers he can find.
Against their vile presumption he’s aligned.
Their condemnation fiercely he rehearses.
The generous should not help with reverses!
That’s for the state! How can you be so blind?
Actual reason, though? The sucker’s cheap
And wouldn’t give a penny to help out.
His own tin cup is resonant and deep,
And it should take priority, no doubt.
He wants to put his conscience back to sleep.
His twisted ego’s what it’s all about.

 

—Tom Riley

 

(Planned Parenthood ally and notorious glutton Mark Shea condemns private charity for child with leukemia.)

Victory Dance

Victory Dance

 

Oh, what a day for Catholic Shea!
On little Charlie’s corpse, he dances.
His socialistic God advances
And makes a glorious display
Of victory. The statist way
Will conquer brand new vast expanses.
The way of death that Shea romances
Flashes its boobs. He shouts hurray!
But suns of triumph tend to set,
And exultation tends to pass.
Observant angels don’t forget
Because some liar goes to Mass.
The Lord has lots of comebacks yet
For St. Shea of the Giant Ass.

 

—Tom Riley

Rule, Britannia!

Rule, Britannia!

 

Britain has beaten Charlie Gard.
Hey, that’s what makes Great Britain great!
Against the hordes of “pro-life” hate,
She militates. She won’t be barred
From using tactics swift and hard.
Ill infants must accept their fate.
Parental units can’t be late
In giving dictates due regard.
And you who lacked the right degrees
Yet dared to spring to vile defense
Of Charlie’s life? Oh, spare us, please!
You never showed sufficient sense—
And now your howls are just a sneeze!
The state will govern all events….

 

—Tom Riley

 

(Charlie Gard dies.)

Run and Hide and Tell

Run and Hide and Tell

 

Oh, run and hide and tell the mommy state,
You Brits! But never ever dare fight back
When fierce Islamic terrorists attack
With knives! That would mean giving in to hate–
And giving in to hate’s a sadder fate
Than staying meekly on the slaughter track
While with delight jihadis slash and hack.
Oh, run and hide and tell — and you’ll feel great!
Oh, run and hide and tell — but carefully!
Don’t use that ugly “Paki” word while telling.
Don’t stoop to mentioning ethnicity
Or how suspicious characters are smelling
When they take out their blades and charge with glee.
And, if you tweet, take time to check your spelling.

 

–Tom Riley