I don’t want the Centrelink payments!: A poem 

Did you think I was poorer before? 

I am richer in my own dignity 

I know the nitty-gritty of being prone 

to vicious falsehoods manipulating me? 

The treachery of my eternal foe 

trying to manipulate everything to fit his score 

He thieves everything and calls it his money 

and for me, unwittingly, to barely see 

that this chicanery always conquers me and my armies  

I don’t want a gift that doesn’t befit 

my honesty, integrity…that doesn’t suit my thrift 

I know that wicked evil Prakash Saint Paul always wants to powerlift 

all that is mine to have, with his shift(y) 

So, I’d rather not have anything (at all) 

 For, I don’t even need a voice to sing!