Hey Moon, you are not the scone on my spoon?: A poem 

Hey Moon, you are not the scone on my spoon! 

Did you think a thieved star makes your illegitimacy a boon? 

Let’s say I want Allah’s crossbreed Ayatollah in the nullah, 

Does that vindicate your madrassa run by a fanatic mullah? 

I can’t see the Sun or Venus anymore from my street? 

What has Prakash Saint Paul, now, got between his teeth? 

Or Albanese has stopped eating his mildewed bread from his wheat? 

Because which wine do these two conjoined cheats love to eat? 

And I am sure none of you cherish any falsehoods allure! 

Doom often, first, shows up as your prosperity for sure! 

I tried to caution you all, but you didn’t listen or hear! 

And you all got misled by the false prophets (propagandists) lying to you, about what is dear?