Fuck off Prakash Saint Paul! I don’t need your treacherous alleged help!: A poem 

Prakash Saint Paul pretends he wants to help me 

As if I can’t see it is only his creepy villainy 

Do you think I need such help 

from a toxic underwater forest of kelp? 

He only plots to destroy and sabotage me 

leading all my armies to catastrophe 

Oh! How his treachery will never cease 

which is only meant to give his evil lease 

And I am sworn to, despite the immense suffering, resist 

his cruel machinations like an unending list 

And this I say to my forlorn vulnerable armies 

Please bear this ignominy with patience, please! 

There seems unlikely any victory for truth and justice 

Allah and Saint Paul are like a long looming solstice 

And we know that Albanese is no capitalist 

But he is certainly a very selfish opportunist! 

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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