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Hey Australian Broadcasting Corporation, when you talk of the Federal Government, I want to know who is the leader of the Federal Government at this point of time? Who is Albanese bodygrabbing at this point of time, if not Sussan Ley! And why is Prakash Saint Paul so desperate after Aries? I’ll fuck you all! I simply hate the Labor Party and the Greens! I don’t want Pauline Hanson, because she is racist and her name is Paul! And Prakash will destroy the Coalition by feeding on them and hijacking them. Do you remember how he ate up Scott Morrison so ravenously that I had to destroy my Dad! I curse Albanese for committing so much crimes and treachery against me! Fuck you all! Nothing is acceptable to me! Jashmina, I simply can’t have you serving more than one master! Get lost, if you have no loyalties to me!

I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem

(Prakash Saint Paul, you are a very small-hearted person, in fact, you have no heart or soul at all! You only pretend to be the sun because you want to eat all you can get to eat!) I see a light shining on my face And I feel transfixed by it like a meadow hare thatContinue reading “I am a survivor; and still in one piece!: A poem “

So sad for Anthony Albanese, he sorely doesn’t want to be his teeth! Then he should lose all of them, shouldn’t he? How come I lost so many of my teeth, that I can’t even chew my food, when I made a bodygrabbing shark like him win, and twice that too!

Where do I stand with you all?: A poem

I know this travel/ travail, and my armour being the trappings to tolerate the jungle; even a jumble of deeds resonates, like fierce howls of wolves. The battle cry is no herald of victory, for a Trappist who retained his austerity but forgot his silence. My Goddess has sensed my frugality of action turning into friction! She cautions me, but leaves me to my own devices. I am Platonic inContinue reading “Where do I stand with you all?: A poem “

My universe of love is trapped in a matrix of treachery!: A poem

(Anthony Albanese, are you going to celebrate my weaknesses for eternity? What are your weaknesses? Being rife with treachery and deceit?) Where can I go, if not to persuade and dissuade? Like they were the flowers and thorns of the same garden! How should I discern when I visited this enterprise of my love that my truth would scold you, but not holdContinue reading “My universe of love is trapped in a matrix of treachery!: A poem “

Do I have kith or kin, or just a lifeless poem?: A poem

I have no elephants on my backseat No monkeys to hand over treats The duck is nowhere near my lazy feet The fish has got me beat I’m just not going to savour the sweet It’s all the imbalance in my teeth You can’t make me, no more donkey, to repeat Even the ass won’t claim that feat I’m just thinking nobody can, me, unseat If you think I’m a ruthless cheat! Let itContinue reading “Do I have kith or kin, or just a lifeless poem?: A poem “

I don’t belong anywhere: A poem

Do you think I’m a pedagogue in a guild When I feel that I am just a brainchild Hiding in a no-man’s land, like an island Even truth being exhausted from my gland I’m very tired but here I stand As if to invoke no one, because none can understand You see I have no illusions but a wall AndContinue reading “I don’t belong anywhere: A poem “

To Saint Paul, the Church, Anthony Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the UN, the EU, the deep sea, the Moon, Allah and all the origins of conspiracy against me!: A poem

You know you can’t widow a bird from its Godhood When that little lyrical bird dies it flies to its God; doesn’t drop into the sea! I was tailor-made to do my duty You can’t now keep crushing me by throwing chess pieces at me You can’t even have anyone I love, for with your relentless crimes against me, you chose to dispossess me. I am notContinue reading “To Saint Paul, the Church, Anthony Albanese, the Labor Parties, the Left, the UN, the EU, the deep sea, the Moon, Allah and all the origins of conspiracy against me!: A poem “

Joseph, Mary and James: A poem

What does it take to believe the brave trapeze artists of eternity, or the villains that downsized them due to the shocking abduction of truth. There is a vacancy that looms between Galilee and Rome, because so much fact is hidden in the archives, the stealing from history, to reinvent a religion to be made corrupt; and theContinue reading “Joseph, Mary and James: A poem “

I am just Trumpeting my MAGnificent love!: A poem

There is no alternative to my trumpeting I flew across the continents with the MAGnificent where the West seemed like a limbo of propagandists And I still had orange hair caught in my fingers from a silent caressing. Do you know everyone thought we were defeated, how they tried; and how they cried thereafter for their unseemly evil. YouContinue reading “I am just Trumpeting my MAGnificent love!: A poem “