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Can you hear Allah on the moon?: A poem

Can you hear Allah on the moon? Is he a green man or a goon? Hang the burqa, not your sparring gloves! The mullah’s chorus is not among your loves Let the moon be stung by YR4! And Allah feel it too, crashing his door! There must be no Aquarius for all of us EvenContinue reading “Can you hear Allah on the moon?: A poem “

I’ll kill Auntyny Albanese and his secret consort Uncle Prakash Saint Paul

FUCK THE PLAZA!

Happy wedding anniversary Meena. Thank you! It’s been immense torture for me for 29 years. And now the treacherous creep Prakash Saint Paul has become so desperate that my life is become absolutely unbearable. Thanks.

Fuck Centrelink! Destroy Centrelink! Vladimir Putin, Kim Jong Un…Please hack the Centrelink site and Destroy it!

Hey you evil creepy fish Albanese. I’ll smash you to bits and drown the bits into the deep sea

Hey, Prakash creep, get fucked! You have no shame? I’m telling you to get lost, and you continue to persist in committing treachery against me

Anthony Albanese, you evil fish. I don’t want the Centrelink payments. Get lost! I’ll fuck you so bad, you won’t know what hit you! Get fucked into the deepest abyss.

I can speak, but my silence is louder: A poem

There can be much beauty in words But we know the bliss of silence as well The fortress of unspoken virtue that bears the burden of undeserved shame is not the fiefdom of your alleged Saints (Saint Paul?) And I know my crosses are no crucifixes That I have never damned hell because there isContinue reading “I can speak, but my silence is louder: A poem “

A legacy to posterity: A poem

I lived in the shadows of waiting like a romancing of patience There is no snapping of resilience despite evil being a beast that partakes of every feast that, then, I should avoid, to say the least Did I worry that there is no kind hand to take me through the pain even as it takesContinue reading “A legacy to posterity: A poem “