If you could all call a Mango!: A poem 

Did I hang around the big bang? 

Was I honky tonk before rock and roll sang? 

Did I create my sugar and honey? 

Or did it give me diabetes? 

Was the singularity more than just a trinity? 

Did I create Mum and Dad, or was it them before me? 

Sometimes, I wake up singing at three? 

How should I know, the Trumps will set me free? 

And do I think all that tea gets to my feet? 

Or say late the King came in my life with his tee? 

You know I have not too many teeth 

But I am not toothless, so much of history always saw me murdered, and I did repeat! 

Am I Phoenix before sunrise? 

Do I know the truth from all these lies? 

Am I so loud to shut out the biggest mouth? 

I love so much my within, more than the without? 

Can they take all that is mine with their fishy net? 

Can the sun burn them out, like a reckless vet? 

I don’t want to play pool, even if I am a fool! 

Do I have no posterity, as if I were a mule! 

Where is love, is she sweet or sly? 

Or she like treachery brings bely? 

Would I have waited so long for that serendippity July? 

If she should only watch me die? 

And would I feel so much love and still be alone? 

That love, in turn, can also feel like stone 

Do you know how, for eternity, I shone? 

Even if so much treachery stripped all my flesh from my bone 

I swear I could eat the largest Mango! 

If you could all tell that evil Man, PLEASE GO! 

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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