Author Archives: montecyril

How to be perfunctory or tactful in a nation ruled by carnivorous sharks!: A poem  

I just thought I saw the cold blood rise from the seas,  And I ask: was the world asleep? Was it on its knees?  You know even tall and handsome Ben Roberts Smith,  is set for jailhood? How really kind you are to the mountainfolk  of Afghanistan; like your fish-scales did them any justice with this?  I am just thinking how manyContinue reading “How to be perfunctory or tactful in a nation ruled by carnivorous sharks!: A poem  “

Hey, Anthony Albanese, `Robbert’! Have you heard of the novelist Flaubert? He wrote the book “The temptation of Saint Anthony”! But really, who needs to tempt you, Albanese? You are already most treacherously and criminally evil! Hahahahahahaha! Do you think you won’t get your comeuppance? Hahahahahahaha!

Hey, Australian Broadcasting Corporation, you really ought to take a long vacation! Do you think you look 2, 20, 21, 22, 23 or 24! I just don’t feel like giving you my score! Labor fed you, and now you get my shut-in-the-face the door! Are you going to the deep seas for more? Hahahahahaha!

See Saw Saradon! Albanese got his tongue-twisted jargon! Who is he playing the fool on, me? No kidding, Angus will not get my pardon! And the Nats seem so still-born! Where is Labor pussy-footing its porn! I must really you all warn! You gang up on me on Prakash Saint Paul’s con! And I’ll fuck you all till you are all gone!

A misty shine in an obliqueness is the mystique of existence!: A poem 

You know you have four elements, and four dimensions  and four walls of your brevity? Should you think your   conscience rather be your levity, even if it has a responsibility  to set you free from the treachery. When you look  from your window into the depths of an unachievable sky,   you feel like a widow in a ballroom with no door!  If you lookContinue reading “A misty shine in an obliqueness is the mystique of existence!: A poem “

Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: A poem 

Who presses your belly buttons to remote control the dimensions,  your smoke-screened lecherously faggotty morphing! Do your soulless  credentials take a hipsway every time I make myself clear! The atomic clock of  PSP’s inswings and outswings are a buggery, like you all have nothing between your legs  but the cheated triumphs you obtain from an illegitimate edict from a pervert,  who hasContinue reading “Hey, you leftie Laborers and Lab-rats, do you think you can ever make me consider you as right for me?: A poem “

God never reposes in ashes; he is forever Phoenix!: A poem 

(I couldn’t be bothered wanting your fucking definitions of my aspirations! I don’t want any shit from the deceivers who mutilated me! Just get fucked! I have no left wings! Get fucked you imposters, that took what is mine, and want to instill a silence upon me, so that you can defraud me with your thieved (from me) offerings and propositions!Continue reading “God never reposes in ashes; he is forever Phoenix!: A poem “