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Sun-hunting; Should I never have a palace in the sky?: A poem

You know I have a mastodon in my memory, As I look up to the sky, and remember it shun its light on Hellas, and I remember so did I; and so, did we on, then insignificant, but consequentially significant, Israel! Apollo was like a shining handsome daredevil, could he have a light I didn’t ask of my few King-Knights, nor of the night, but they silentlyContinue reading “Sun-hunting; Should I never have a palace in the sky?: A poem “

O Mother, forgive me for making you vulnerable! I have a feeling the sun has gone down on me! I can’t even see Venus in the night or dawn sky! The evil desperate clouds of Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese are occluding it all! (snigger, Hahahahaha!)

Heed the skywriting, Albanese, Prakash Saint Paul!: A poem

(Chris Bowen, I would not have you for a leader, even if you were fresh out of the oven. Neither would my dear Mother! You may be horny but you are not Capricorny! Hahahahahaha!) Look at me, I have sunbathed, outdated and belated, like a crisp crust of earth in the air of mirth! HowContinue reading “Heed the skywriting, Albanese, Prakash Saint Paul!: A poem “

Hahahahahaha! Australian Broadcasting Corporation doesn’t know what to call that illegitimate Albanese Government! Australian Government, Federal Government, or National Government! Hahahahahaha! Urusula is dead meat! And what precious things did Albanese get from the profane mouth-to-mouth; not much in fact! Hahahahahaha! Thank you ABC for giving so much footage to Albanese’s wide and pretentious grin? Does he still have a great mate in Prakash Saint Paul, or does he reckon how the two of them are simply dead Sapiens Men walking? Hahahahahahaha! And why did Albanese not meet Urusula Andress in South Australia to make his jaws more egregrious (pun included)! Hahahahahaha!

FUCK YOU for eternity Albanese! My mother has told me to command you to COMMIT SUICIDE! Hahahahahahaha!

Albanese, tired of your workouts? Hahahaha! What else are you going to swallow next? Hahahaha! Or are you going to ask for my forgiveness, again? Hahahahaha! You better had attempt at swallowing Prakash Saint Paul or let him swallow you, before it is too late! Hahahahaha!

Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem

(Albanese, how foolish are you! Hahahahaaha!, Urusula is a bear not a bull!! Thank you Russia! Tired of globetrotting? Those wicked colluders are coming to you?) I can’t seem to remember, was I Alexander or was I Bucephalus? The ox-head and the phallus? The black steed with the white star on its brow. I can say I always was marked with that protection a relativeContinue reading “Was I Alexander or Bucephalus?: A poem “

I will never forgive you Anthony Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul! Get fucked to the Piscean Deep Sea where you belong, both of you! And don’t try to make any other Zodiacal sign the deep sea for your convenience you creeps! It is Pisces that is the deep sea and will always be the deep sea! And I consign you both there, for eternity!

You know Barry Plant, I want to move from Dandenong! Anthony Albanese, Jacintha Allah and the Labor Party are harassing me too much on the streets when I even venture out to do my shopping! Don’t they all deserve my curses for eternity?! You know how they conveniently hijacked my righteousness (the Right) with Prakash Saint Paul’s vindication and diktat! I just feel devoid of any loyalties with PSP’s vampirising and bodygrabbing! FUCKTHEM ALL!!!!

Do you not see sense with my War? Do you want apocalypse?: A poem

(Anthony Albanese, you know what your treacherous soul befits! Believe me, the reality I have reserved for you is far worse!) Do you know the evil ambitions in their underbellies have always unnerved me? That I scantily spoke through eternity, waiting that the truth they may see! But what when they only shake up all myContinue reading “Do you not see sense with my War? Do you want apocalypse?: A poem “