Hey Macron, where did your coq run?: A poem

Hey Macron, where did your cock run?

Did it run to the moon?

Is the crab on your spoon?

Is green the colour of your rune?

And does EU deserve a shoo

with Mercury’s bolt from the blue?

Are you a cock or cuckoo?

Looks like your dick got swallowed too!

Capricorn should fuck you with its horn

Peter Pan ought to consign you to porn

Where lies your Oedipal dorm?

Are you fantasising about your Mom?

Don’t dare try and treacherise me!

You will be castrated for eternity!

You Western Europeans should know what you will see

when the future brings you to your miserable knees!

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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