I don’t want Centrelink payment!
It doesn’t fit my raiment
It is only Prakash Saint Paul’s garment
to treacherise me and torment!
I want to be nobody’s child
Because belonging can’t be my guild
Prakash Saint Paul’s thick and unseemly hide
swallows everything that I ride!
And I am replete with truth inside
It is Prakash Saint Paul who always lied
You all know it is me who suffered and sacrificed
And that it is Prakash who wants the spoils to divide
And I couldn’t be bothered about win or defeat
Because the sodomiser always greets
What is mine even before I treat
I want nothing; he is the one that eats
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