Crime(inal) Minister, Prime Minister!: A poem 

Crime(inal) Minister, Prime Minister! 

Did Prakash Saint Paul give your arse the blister? 

Or was that all Jodie Hard-on could muster?  

Are you a fish or a gold-digging oyster? 

Has your bodygrabbing all the works, 

leveraged by Prakash Saint Paul’s abominable quirks? 

I can say that you are shit that grabs, that sucks 

like a conduit that actually deserves all the mucks 

A fish in the pants has no ants 

Don’t try to bodygrab the elephants 

The sun will burn your pussy of a cunt 

Then where will Jodie Hard-on place her punt? 

As for Prakash Saint Paul’s treacherous do’s and don’ts 

He will never get my forgiveness! No, he won’t! 

As for you, I’ve one-way ticketed you to the deep sea 

Did you even imagine that I’d condone your treachery? 

What do your crimes against me invite? 

The deepest sleep in an eternal night? 

You know, God, me, alone does fight 

But that won’t save you and your allies from His (my) blight! 

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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