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Athwart the Tide

Athwart the Tide

Look! Mark Shea got a shave and lost some weight!
He’s showing off the flesh of which he’s proud.
He stands athwart the tide of MAGA hate.

Abortion rights in every damn red state
He will defend – and never give a cowed
Look. Mark Shea got a shave and lost some weight:

He’s looking pretty and he’s feeling great.
He’d also like to say he’s well endowed.
He stands athwart the tide of MAGA hate,

Making advances at a stunning rate.
Under is how his foes will soon be plowed.
Look: Mark Shea got a shave and lost some weight.

He’s back in fighting trim. His every trait
Prepares him to maintain the vows he’s vowed.
He stands athwart the tide of MAGA hate—

And victory is sure to be his fate.
He says it openly. He says it loud.
Look! Mark Shea got a shave and lost some weight!
He stands athwart the tide of MAGA hate.

–Tom Riley

Captain Abortica

Captain Abortica

You want to slaughter infants? Cap is down.
They’re likely Nazi infants anyway.
Don’t ever say the hero is a clown.

If you claim life is sacred, he will frown.
Such thoughts are un-American today.
You want to slaughter infants? Cap is down:

He’ll disarticulate in every town
The helpless little shits for whom fools pray.
Don’t ever say the hero is a clown

For doing so. He’s earning great renown
Amongst the freaks whose cheeks are on display.
You want to slaughter infants? Cap is down!

In saline baths let fetal fascists drown!
Keep notions of morality at bay!
Don’t ever say the hero is a clown!

Privately, he may pose in evening gown.
Publicly, he will have his manly say.
You want to slaughter infants? Cap is down:
Don’t ever say the hero is a clown.

–Tom Riley

Papal Visit

Papal Visit

What’s that? A papal visit to Ukraine?
Hey, Jimmy Martin wants to come along!
From visiting the gay bars why refrain?

The pope and Jimmy needn’t wish in vain
For such relief: the urge is way too strong.
What’s that? A papal visit to Ukraine

Would bring broad smiles, alleviate much pain?
The pope declines to judge such judgment wrong.
From visiting the gay bars why refrain?

The boys of storied Kyiv will not disdain
A private party. Pope could rent a bong!
What’s that? A papal visit to Ukraine?

Crossdressers there just love to entertain!
The pope would gain the vigor of King Kong.
From visiting the gay bars why refrain?

Objections only come from the insane.
Moral theology? A boring song.
What’s that? A papal visit to Ukraine?
From visiting the gay bars why refrain?

–Tom Riley

What a Man Who Dresses as a Woman Really Wants

What a Man Who Dresses as a Woman Really Wants

How obvious can fake news peddlers be?
When it’s required, atrocities are there!
Zelensky really wants that World War Three

That you and I regard suspiciously.
Destroy those evil Russians from the air!
How obvious can fake news peddlers be?

The Ghost of Kyiv, whom no one got to see,
Still haunts the West. Performing from his lair,
Zelensky really wants that World War Three!

Putin is Adolf Hitler, wickedly
Returning from the dead. It isn’t fair!

How obvious can fake news peddlers be?

Contemptuous of objectivity,
They hope that we will only glance, not stare.
Zelensky really wants that World War Three.

He savors every future casualty.
The Slavic realm of course has lives to spare.
How obvious can fake news peddlers be?
Zelensky really wants that World War Three.

–Tom Riley

Villanelle of Doctrinal Development

Villanelle of Doctrinal Development

We’ve modified our firm stance once again.
Development is not self-contradiction.
When we say A, then B, you say amen—

And nothing critical. Though now and then
We feel from our reversals some small friction,
We’ve modified our firm stance once again

In order to conform as citizen
And slave. Don’t say that this is dereliction!
When we say A, then B, you say amen—

And say it with a smile. Beyond your ken
Resides our subtle grammar and our diction.
We’ve modified our firm stance once again

Because, at times, two nearly equals ten.
Arithmetic was always just a fiction.
When we say A, then B, you say amen

And mean it. Our wild beasts you cannot pen.
They do not correspond to your depiction.
We’ve modified our firm stance once again.
When we say A, then B, you say amen
.
–Tom Riley

(Catechism now contradicts two full millennia of former teaching.)

Not Very Nice

Not Very Nice

(for Mary Gundling)

Does Mrs. Gundling say I should be nice
To enemies of common decency?
That attitude, I’m sure, would be a vice.

I knock twerps down and kick them more than twice.
Perhaps those standing by might challenge me.
Does Mrs. Gundling say I should be nice?

Noch bleibe ich kaltblutig, veins like ice.
My iron nerves indeed cannot agree.
That attitude, I’m sure, would be a vice.

Like the God Julius, I’ve rolled the dice
And stepped beyond all vile uncertainty.
Does Mrs. Gundling say I should be nice

Instead? Warm, soft, and bloodless – like white rice?
Before the idols must I take a knee?
That attitude, I’m sure, would be a vice

For which I would be punished in a thrice.
Counsel instead those targeted to flee!
Does Mrs. Gundling say I should be nice?
That attitude, I’m sure, would be a vice.

–Tom Riley

Into Safety

Into Safety

I’ve castled into safety, as you see.
Is my position solid? Ha! You bet!
Opposing men: no point pursuing me.

To step aside these pawns will not agree.
It’s futile here to weave a mating net.
I’ve castled into safety – as you see

With your own eyes. Sublime security
Is now my clear and blessed state. Well met,
Opposing men! No point pursuing me!

The checkmate you envision cannot be.
With your strong queen I’ll have no tête-à-tête.
I’ve castled into safety. As you see,

I’m practically celestial royalty.
I’ve made the right investments, and I’m set,
Opposing men. No point pursuing me.

The board must now submit on bended knee.
Resistance is the pathway to regret.
I’ve castled into safety – as you see,
Opposing men. No point pursuing me!

–Tom Riley

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Propositional Servitude

Propositional Servitude

The more we struggle for our liberty,
The more the weight of law comes crashing down:
The more we’re bound by sheer necessity.

The vast blue sky with foolish hope we see.
The sun is not a hero but a clown.
The more we struggle for our liberty,

The more we’re taught that what must be must be.
The subject’s tough, and no one has it down.
The more we’re bound by sheer necessity,

The more the longing fills us to live free
Of every damn oppressive abstract noun.
The more we struggle for our liberty,

However, then the more they disagree,
The helpless scepter and the pointless crown:
The more we’re bound by sheer necessity

And forced without surcease to bend the knee
To propositions in the tyrant’s town.
The more we struggle for our liberty,
The more we’re bound by sheer necessity.

–Tom Riley

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By Knife

By Knife

By knife I try to find your angry eyes.
You don’t enjoy the process. Oh, that’s clear!
Will lighting up your innards make you wise?

I’d say you’re of a manageable size.
If produce weeps, perhaps you shed a tear.
By knife I try to find your angry eyes,

The ones that see through comfy mortal lies.
In all the patch, were you the most sincere?
Will lighting up your innards make you wise?

Would you have rather been the stuff of pies?
Your preferences are nothing now, I fear.
By knife I try to find your angry eyes,

Lit with a fire that’s darkness in disguise.
Can the void that accuses disappear?
Will lighting up your innards make you wise?

Are the flame’s whispers not your only cries?
What kind of beast, when you are cut, will cheer?
By knife I try to find your angry eyes.
Will lighting up your innards make you wise?

–Tom Riley

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Swineherd

Swineherd
 
 
Eumaeus is a swineherd, but he’s wise.
He pours the nameless wanderer his wine.
Ha!  It’s the Lord Ulysses in disguise!
 
That wine spurs conversation none denies.
The virgin goddess shapes a sly design.
Eumaeus is a swineherd, but he’s wise.
 
His wit sifts truth from vile and reckless lies.
It truly is a pleasure so to dine.
Ha!  It’s the Lord Ulysses – in disguise!
 
He will be shielded from the suitors’ eyes
Till all the circumstances realign.
Eumaeus is a swineherd, but he’s wise.
 
The law of hospitality applies.
Is this indeed a challenge to define?
Ha!  It’s the Lord Ulysses – in disguise!
 
We host avengers.  Justice never dies.
The fruit is swelling on a bloody vine.
Eumaeus is a swineherd, but he’s wise.
Ha!  It’s the Lord Ulysses in disguise!

–Tom Riley