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Hey Tony Burke, you bloody jerk! Did you offer the Iranian girls that you’d hump them if they stayed back? And they discovered to their consternation, that you have such a small dick, that they opted to go back to Iran!

You know convenience is your unshapely crutch, you all think is living: A poem

I was deconstructed too often when I ran past milestones Your analytical vagaries, your flaccid judgment, and punitive arrogance! Didn’t I take the cruelty with the crispness of martyrdom? I just couldn’t be bothered if you didn’t see my sacrifice, and you called it sacrilege! I never wanted to be your sacramental recipient! Stop ever fantasising that any of you did me any favours? None of you make anyContinue reading “You know convenience is your unshapely crutch, you all think is living: A poem “

Hey WordPress, remember when you bend to tie your shoelaces for your convenience you are exposing your backside!: A poem

Were you just lethargic with my blogsite? Or did you want to remind me of a lifeless night? Call up my stats like the mountains were flats And see my subscribers as few as a sanitised house without gnats! I am not tribulated or frustrated by your falsities It is you who are seeking leverage from ignoble crevices Continue reading “Hey WordPress, remember when you bend to tie your shoelaces for your convenience you are exposing your backside!: A poem “

Fuck your elections! Fuck your democracy! The Ayatollah warms me more than all the fucking politicians of Australia! I damn every state, country, territory that elections are held in! Fuck South Australia! Jashmina, did you want me to be in stitches of tangles by the ones that defraud me, and that evil ubiquitous Dada of yours. Do you want to Samsonise me for eternity, because you fear so much! You hungry cadavers that you all are! Get the fuck out of my sights all of you, before I bang all the lights out of all of you!!!

I have realised how alone I am in the fight, because of all your immoral spineless disgustingly cowardly apostasy against me, God. Keep up your disgusting fraternity with Prakash Saint Paul, if you all feel you shine with his evil and treachery against me. GET FUCKED the whole lot of you!

Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses…?: A poem

Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses A magnetosphere that affords no allusion where the communicants in the projection are all unequivocally lost in rejection I am a child of a beatitude needing no acknowledgement; not impressed by the assumed sanctimony of others I sympathise with the heretics, more than the bricks thrown at them by yourContinue reading “Do you feel God’s pulses, impulses, repulses…?: A poem “

Ruin on you WordPress and the whole lot of you evil conspirators. Keep your fucking arseholes tied to the evil Prakash Saint Paul and Anthony Albanese for eternity. I’ll fuck the whole lot of you ingrates for eternity! Jashmina you too can foster the evil! FUCK YOU ALL! RUIN ON YOU ALL!

Does the Church recognise who is the beast? Mirror, mirror on the wall?: A poem

Does the Church recognise who is the beast? Come all, join in Thy Easter Feast! Saint Paul is always morphing like a cheat Do you think his graphic deceit has me beat? I am just generous with all of you, so please remember that I never was fish or fleece I just want your trees of belief to be wobbling knees? How come your heavenly Vatican is so near to Hellasy Greece? IContinue reading “Does the Church recognise who is the beast? Mirror, mirror on the wall?: A poem “

Hey Moon, you are not the scone on my spoon?: A poem

Hey Moon, you are not the scone on my spoon! Did you think a thieved star makes your illegitimacy a boon? Let’s say I want Allah’s crossbreed Ayatollah in the nullah, Does that vindicate your madrassa run by a fanatic mullah? I can’t see the Sun or Venus anymore from my street? What has Prakash Saint Paul, now, gotContinue reading “Hey Moon, you are not the scone on my spoon?: A poem “

Hey Liberals, you smell of skunk! Since, you all lost your punk! You deserve the loping off of the chunk! That you have stifled inside your trunks! Have fun with your dishonest orgy with the Labor Party! Hahahahahahaha! You won’t even have a bonfire, I swear! You will have a deluge dire! Fuck you! Hahahahahaha!