Hey WordPress, remember when you bend to tie your shoelaces for your convenience you are exposing your backside!: A poem 

Were you just lethargic with my blogsite? 

Or did you want to remind me of a lifeless night? 

Call up my stats like the mountains were flats 

And see my subscribers as few as a sanitised house without gnats! 

I am not tribulated or frustrated by your falsities 

It is you who are seeking leverage from ignoble crevices 

I just am accustomed to the whole lot of you media abusing me 

Such kindred feelings to make you all love the weeds, away from God’s shady tree 

So much you all love the livery of treachery 

I am a lone swordsman, not even dying from all this butchery of me 

Did you see how Australian Broadcasting Corporation is a self-concocted poison  

Show me all your wisdom in your bread of Saint Paul, even if it’s baked as croissant 

Since you all love to condition yourselves as perversity’s perversity 

And I thought I could count on Trump, but no! That is my illusion, just a brevity 

The irony of the truth, is it is made its own paradox by the manipulations of Prakash Saint Paul 

Does he hijack my War when everything else fails; just because I don’t want to collude and cooperate with his poisonous fishy peace!  

Do you know I have done my duty like a doormat; but my forgiveness will never be the doormat with the `WELCOME’ ideogram written on it! 

So much for the likes of Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul and all the frauds trying to compel me to a helpless compromise by piling on my hardship and difficulty!