Opportunism is Paulbanese’s dream: A poem 

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How easy is conniving peasy? 

Prakash, Paul or Palbanese? 

Treachery never does cease-y 

Should it leave me feeling queasy? 

I know so much pain, so much rain 

No worry, if there will never be gain! 

But, Trump, do you know, blocked is my rump? 

And the deep sea’s got my guts in painful thumps! 

But does that my duty stall? 

Does treachery make me, my deliveries, recall? 

I may be prone to shout and scream 

Albanese’s treachery and opportunism is his dream 

Labor, do you really care for a verdant arbor? 

Is Prakash’s treachery against me your safest harbour? 

I know I can survive all this cloak and dagger 

It is for truth and justice that I wager 

Published by montecyril

Hi, I am Monte Cyril Rodrigues and live in Melbourne, Australia. I am a retired journalist. I have been diagnosed with schizophrenia. I've had voices and visions all my life. I think it is a spiritual experience, my doctors think otherwise. I am a deeply spiritual person and keep having experiences with otherworldly realms.

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