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Hey Sweden, whose mouthpiece are you? Are you an arctic ice Borg? Are you the moon’s (EU) Cats Willander? Or are you Abba Ayatollah from the deep sea? Or simply another front of P. Saint Paul?

That Albanese plotted with that Akram from India and Prakash Saint Paul to shoot the Jews, because he wanted to turn the Jews against me, because I am Lord Ram (from Indian mythology)!

Hey choot Prakash Saint Paul! Teri behen ki lowda; teri maa ki lowda!

I don’t want to speak the language of your hypocrisy!: A poem

(Hey Wordpress! You hypocrites, show my actual stats. Don’t harass me. FUCK OFF! I couldn’t be bothered appeasing you all or Donald Trump, because you all are so fucking afraid of Prakash Saint Paul!)) Would you want me, God, who had the blinkers on Or would you opt for the beast who imposed the cloister on me? Should I recall how you all wishedContinue reading “I don’t want to speak the language of your hypocrisy!: A poem “

Hey Mamdani! Mohammedbhai just lost his job as a waiter in my bar! GET LOST!: A poem

Hey Mamdani! Are you a freelancer or are you Cancer? Or did you loophole a loop with your perverted scoop around my Mum and Dad in an imprisoning hula-hoop? I can fuck your insolent revelry off your murderous coup! You are a loony, moony, maniac not just deluded mad! You know I threw out, from his waiting job at my bar,Continue reading “Hey Mamdani! Mohammedbhai just lost his job as a waiter in my bar! GET LOST!: A poem “

Treachery can’t stop me from pirouetting, romancing, necromancing!: A poem

I can question, at times, in askance the alphabets placed within me Are these constructs that pave pathways through the woods? Or are they obstacles of unholy device? Must I not seek only drops of clear crystals that spell my song? Or must I face a snowstorm? Is spring only an attitude, like an invisible ring adorned, that does notContinue reading “Treachery can’t stop me from pirouetting, romancing, necromancing!: A poem “

Me, God has another invisible door…: A poem

God had another invisible door to his libido even if he were, metaphorically, castrated I’m not sure, if you all know God can round up all his foes, and that treason with just one shot of his judgmental gun! The wickedness is rampant among you fish! I must inform you that God is impervious His patience is only hisContinue reading “Me, God has another invisible door…: A poem “

Where did I go? To buy what at the store?: A poem

Where did I go? To buy what, at the store? Its gold secretly inlaid on the door! Should it be the day, to the stairway? There are a cow, dog, horse and cat, If I may! Jacob waited at the gates, and it was getting quite late? What was that he wished for at any rate? Did he put on it a certainContinue reading “Where did I go? To buy what at the store?: A poem “

I just wanna be with you, Dad!: A poem

You think I never had a clue I strung the universe for you Even my loo, even that too! All the flowers that you brought home left their perfumes in my soul! I know, I called on Atlas to hop! Where do you think, it would stop? My Dad, son, if I never had you, I never won! My salt,Continue reading “I just wanna be with you, Dad!: A poem “

I remember the flowers, you used to put in the vase…Our house is a very, very, very fine house, with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard, but now its pretty easy with you…..I just wanna be like you Dad!