I wouldn’t look up to the moon!: A poem 

Do you see what they did to Pluto? 

Where do you think they thought they could shove my toes? 

Just like Nibiru landed on, and desecrated Iraq? 

And you’d think they’d force my cul-de-sac? 

Is Eden your myth or a reality that was abandoned by those lecherous alleged gods? 

Did they quit when the Ages played their odds? 

Did they think I would look up to the moon, 

So that it should conveniently and clandestinely spell my doom? 

Did Mike Carney think he could also make honey 

out of Canada like the fish’s bunny? 

And I’m sure Starmer is no Spican star, for how late does he stammer! 

Can you see treacherous Western Europe has gone skillfully calmer? 

And why did they sing: We are the World! Michael Jackson, are you really Jack’s son? 

I don’t think Lionel Ritchie knows what are his riches! 

I am going to incapacitate your mullah’s chant! 

Islam doesn’t deserve even my attention scant! 

And would I guerilla warfare all of your nasty tricks 

Should my armies be besieged by your gluttonous licks? 

Mercosur is not your Mercury and Sun 

Saint John’s Revelation be a parody, but a reality, should it become! 

Or else be your world a minefield for every evil’s treading weed

War is the answer for a history of treachery’s breed! 

Do they think they can connive against me when I am asleep? 

Those cheapskates are cheaper even than cheap! 

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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