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Hey Prakash, do you have no shame? Do you think you can commit treachery all the time and be condoned for it?

You can call me selfish, if you wish: A poem

Though many call me selfish I have never self-seekingly relished It is the silent virtuous who accepts that he may get punished And those who want payday will never understand what I say I know I’m always okay for you to judge me as you may If there’s steel in the wheel and there’s motionContinue reading “You can call me selfish, if you wish: A poem “

If it is not treachery, it is torture…: A poem

If it is not treachery, it is torture I copped it in the past; can I cop it in the future? Will the fabric of steadfastness eventually rupture in the relentless tide of a ruthless culture? I am not strong, but I have strength in duty Sheer will is a way forward for infinite beauty Continue reading “If it is not treachery, it is torture…: A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, you evil treacherous villain. Do you think that everything should suit your evil convenience and motives

I asked the Supreme if this task has an end…: A poem

I asked the Supreme, if this task, as long as the axis of the universe, has an end? And he said to me: Spread your arms to the night and feel the heat of the tiniest speck within you – the point of no return and backward in its spin and trance into simultaneous birthContinue reading “I asked the Supreme if this task has an end…: A poem “

Fishy deep sea creeps Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul are in secret clandestine cahoots with each other to commit treachery against me and bring me down to my knees. I curse them to extreme torture for eternity. Destroy the Labor Party

Hey deep sea fish Prakash Saint Paul, everything I think, say and do, you use against me. You are so opportunistic selfish and desperate. Your treachery never ends.

Hey deep sea fish Prakash Saint Paul. You are the victim (so sad) because you only feel sorry for yourself. For all the crimes and treachery you committed against me, I am not the victim, because I never feel sorry for myself.

I destroy the treacherous Labor Party. I smash it to bits. And I send it hurtling into the deep sea along with Prakash Saint Paul.

The treacherous fish Albanese got my neighbour to complain about me for screaming and shouting. He thinks he can intimidate me? I curse that creep Albanese to have sex with Prakash Saint Paul in the deep sea for eternity!