Author Archives: montecyril

Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem 

Mother, I didn’t erect gravestones for you,  because, though you were so earthy, I knew  you didn’t belong to this planet! So am I  lost in such utter alienness, that I barely feel  I walked beyond the planet’s threshold; what with  so much fish around! I just could hope  brother Jesus wouldn’t be called a fish; so, we   could uphold our love for him! I am just   feeling at aContinue reading “Mother, how can I live to abandon?: A poem “

I am just levitated in levities: A poem 

(Thanks to evils like Anthony Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul!)  You know, how can I love so much  when love can only be a folly to loss?  Do you think it is my fault, to wear my heart  on my sleeve? I only beget pain when it takes leave!  Do you think my love is a besottment that should be punished?  I don’t think myContinue reading “I am just levitated in levities: A poem “

In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem 

I am continuously writhing in a warp of pain  as if to stretch every membrane  I want to explode like the memory  of that great God-particle, I once was.  But I still only writhe in pain, in the  stillness of my soul; that has copped  it for eternity. And I feel the wreaths of   helplessness, in my predicament, that  I, myself, chose –Continue reading “In this pain, I try to envision humour and poetry!: A poem “

I just don’t like to look at that creep Albanese’s face, because he committed so many crimes and treachery against me! I couldn’t be bothered if he bodygrabbs Susan Ley, because I know it is all Prakash Saint Paul’s treachery! I couldn’t be bothered with you cheapskate Albanese for trying to victimise me and getting leveraged from it. You selfish, evil, treacherous people are not worth my salt. I couldn’t care less. May be wishy-washy Australians deserve people like hipswaying self-centred you and Prakash Saint Paul. You can jolly well fantasise that Leo-Capricorn is your Piscean deep sea and continue to defraud the whole of Australia. And yes, aren’t you not going globetrotting in your desperation! Hahahaha! Your eventual fate dear Albanese, is the Antarctic! Hahahahah! I just couldn’t care less anymore! You have no dick, but you continue to want to prick! So Get Lost with Prakash Saint Paul’s connivance for all I care. I just couldn’t be bothered with you!

Fuck you all! I don’t want a shit piece of a penny of a farthing from any of you all! I suffered so much, and I have no regrets. Not even that anything I stand for has no chance because of the treachery against me! And did you all not cause me suffering and frustration because you all wanted to appease Prakash Saint Paul and punish me for not submitting to him, and get leveraged by causing me pain. I don’t owe anybody a damn thing! I decry and condemn you all, because you all owe me for saving your souls, and you all were only ungrateful to me in return! and I don’t want anything in return from you all! Just think that I have reserved my phlegm for all those who committed crimes and treachery against me, and I will spit it out at you eventually!

Were to comeuppance stand tall?: A poem 

Would you think if I fell  from the high wall  and cracked up like an eggshell  in sardonic laughter,  Humpty Dumpty being in a yolk of yoke?  All God’s kings would survive the collapse?  You can see treachery has a ball  Ego-gloating and all!  Who is marked by infallibillity   the victim or the villain…  the prey or the predator?  You can seeContinue reading “Were to comeuppance stand tall?: A poem “

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese, and the Labor Party; I am really full of mocking laughter at your overwhelming treachery (Hahahaha!) I love to see you all barking up the wrong tree (all the time)! Hahahahah! And use Jashmina all the time against me! Hahahahaha! And I am never going to forgive you all! I don’t care if Donald Trump is defeated! Or the Coalition is dissolved and destroyed! But I sure know into which abyss I will cast Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese and the entire Labor Party for eternity! Guffaw! Hahahahaha!

Hey very educating Australian Broadcasting Corporation; Channel 20, 21 and 24 is really a misnomer for you! Hahahaha! And please let Labor do all the talking, particularly on Parliament Time. They are very generous to hijack your channels, but I deem that you have nothing to do with the number 2. Because you ate from Labor’s pantry, not me. And so I command that you are no longer No. 2!

Anthony Albanese, you are no hardworking ant, but a devouring bodygrabbing fish! So how you really are like a laborer who didn’t work for his living, but fed on the fat of treachery; because you think you can shark-grab what you please, with Prakash Saint Paul’s clandestine placation? You faggot, what do you want to take all? Me, Donald Trump, my Jashmina, My Dad, My Mum, Sussan Ley, the Libs, the Nats, any body I love? Get fucked and stick your head in Prakash Saint Paul’s guts! Both of you eunuchs don’t have dicks, but treacherous bellies! So go on and have sex with each other with your treacherous bellies! Fancy mouth-to-mouth kissing?