I command, that there should be no more elections in the United States of America! Or else, I’ll take out, from your flag, all the stripes and stars! I’ll reduce all you protestors to lumps of tar Upholders of democracy get the kick of my boot by far! I am avowed to deal the death of plebiscite! This democracy is not theContinue reading “There should be no more elections in the USA!: A poem “
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I can Trumpet my war cries against all of you!: A poem
You can’t reduce my Kings; they reflect my valour I am not going to spare any of you your pallour This is my right, and I am going to exercise it in colour I have never discriminated between rupee and dollar! Remember, I am no clotheshorse, but swifter than a steed I have bled for all of you; but I can also makeContinue reading “I can Trumpet my war cries against all of you!: A poem “
Hahahahah, How much crocodile tears is Anthony Albanese going to shed over the Bondi victims? Speak up from you fishy mouth Albanese! Do you love Muslims or Jews? Or you simply love the popularity ratings of the fish! Like you did with the `Yes” vote and tried to trap me, you creep! And I sacrificed all my aspirations and gave you a second term, in spite of you committing relentless treachery against me. You have too much of a conscience you bodygrabber! Don’t think you can get away with your murders against me with the abettance of Prakash Saint Paul! I gave you a very very long line!
Minneapolis, Washington DC, New York, LA rise up in arms! Put that not nice ICE in the freezer. The arsehole of the US appears to be an ass! Donald Trump is a convenient bigot! May he make that Muslim Munaf Razak in San Diego stinking rich! So, I’ll just write Donald Trump out of my book! Turn Left Donald Trump, I deem you are no longer right!
Hahahaha! Hey Donald Trump, you are not Board of Peace, but Board of Pussy. Do you want to turn from an arsehole into a piss(ces)-fart; Don’t involve Benjamin, but go to the Big Ben and shake hands with Keir Starmer, and join the Left Front! Prakash Saint Paul is always there to hijack you, so you are manipulated. I really care a fuck! I know too well how to tear things apart. Do you think you can incarcerate me again, to sstrike deals with Anthony Albanese; I forgave you once too often! Don’t make injustice shine on your destiny! It is because of me that you are President! Don’t forget I suffered too much to manifest that! Deal or No Deal? It is certainly No Deal for me!
Hey Sweden, you are not the `one’ that I want. Your pastures are not `green’. If you don’t want to face my ire, get fucked to Ireland! What should you want Ukraine or Greenland? The Sun and Mercury told me, you shouldn’t have either. Drown in Pisces piss! The moon is going to fall flat on your face! Allah will always hate you all, no matter how much you all seek to pacify him! I God, take the den out of Sweden and consign you into the Antarctic!
Donald Trump, who of Australia are you inviting to Gaza Board of Peace? Leo-Capricorn or that bodygrabbing morphing fish that doesn’t even spare you? Do you want me to disown you completely? Don’t make your convenience your order of the day! If you have any courage like you claim you do, spite both Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese and prove your worth!
Hey Anthony Albanese, you rapining, treacherous, bodygrabbing creep! I curse you that your flaccid gills and sore penis swell so much that they float eternally on the waters of the deep sea. I’ll shut your evil fishy mouth once and for all with the seamen that you lust for!
I don’t want to impress anyone with my peerlessness. I don’t need anything from anyone. I hate bargains, deals and illegitimate arrangements. Nothing you all offer is my deal. I just don’t want any poison infiltrating my Paradise, so I refuse to have Paradise. I just don’t want the Labor Party, Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul determining what I want for the world. I don’t care to impress Donald Trump; he should know the pitfalls of succumbing to PSP’s treachery! I am just not interested in your material propositions; begone if you have evil Left, right and centre of you. I just don’t want it!
How was a diminutive songbird, God?: A poem
Do you think life is as easy as a breeze? Can a soprano sing without a voice? Or a virtuoso play without an instrument? You’d think I’d be air playing to an irrelevant audience Or I’d be shadow boxing without a shadow for it was very dark to tell if I could beat an enemy And there was no applause or no umpires to indicate howContinue reading “How was a diminutive songbird, God?: A poem “
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