Author Archives: montecyril

Albanese, do you see the frieze-y on the Wall-ee?: A poem 

So, you are afraid to shit your cheese from your mouth?  How on earth are you silent about your herring and trout?  Do you want to validate your whoredom with some scummy spout?  Is the ocean not enough for your sharky unbenign str(o)ut?  I have begun to realise how much you fear…fear…fear,  That your own evil will catch up with you near…near…near  EvenContinue reading “Albanese, do you see the frieze-y on the Wall-ee?: A poem “

So, you all think you can defraud and defeat me?!: A poem 

Did you think my sharp wit would be cut in half  if I fell on a razor’s edge? Do you think my bones  would crunch if you had the ceiling and floor   of the universe collapse on me? Do you think  your clandestine workshops of clocking destiny   against me can turn the tide against me? All your  Peters don’t hold heaven’s keysContinue reading “So, you all think you can defraud and defeat me?!: A poem “

Love to see Australia awash; the media certainly wants that!: A poem 

Before God could even make his wish and  complete his tribulation; they were all  writing odes and making films to Allah  Allah land. And the greens and Lefties were full of spirit; busking all   over Europe and shining at 35! Could they  have grown any older and wiser? Keir Starmer looks   perpetually quizzed, doesn’t he? Merz looks like he is   just about to burst into tears! Macron feels like hisContinue reading “Love to see Australia awash; the media certainly wants that!: A poem “

Anthony Albanese, did your dad put his dick in your arse, all through from when you were four to twenty-four. And your mother applauded and watched it, and masturbated as well! And are you now happy with threesome lesbianism between Jodie Hard-on and that eunuch Prakash Saint Paul?

I curse that it rains nuclear bombs on the whole of South Australia today! And the biggest nuclear bomb falls on the head of that Antony Green! Albanese have you found where your pussy should whore, synagogue or mosque, you fucking stale piece of poissonous cheese?

Hey Donald Trump, I don’t need your acknowledgment; neither do I need WordPress’. Those bloody fucking fish Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul are capitalising on my sleeping and my being creative. I curse that the two of them (Albanese and Prakash Saint Paul) are unable to sleep for eternity until they plunge permanently into the Piscean deep sea! My curse, such, be on them!

I shit on South Australia! Fall into the mouth and give it gout! The Libs got their bibs in Labor’s Sabres! Cheater! Cheater! What is RePeter Mal! Peter Dutton set the trend for Liberals to bend their arses! Peter and Prakash Saint Paul; Albanese and all what a gall! Hahahahaha! The dear Muslims protesting in that mosque know better than the whole of Australia! Shame! Shame! Sleazy Albanese! The whore only wants more! You can’t even fuck your own Mother, forget about Jodie Hard-on, YOU PUSSY

I don’t see the sun; Saint Lucy, what did you see then? 

Sol Invictus where is your Hellenistic tusk?  Was it butchered/ sodomised by Prakash Saint Paul’s busk?  Tony Abbott, how many teeth have you got?  Did you like the way Scorpio/ Aries was made by PSP garbaged rot?  Albanese likes to feed on every ray even sunspot!  Prakash Saint Paul and Albanese got devouring rights, believe it or not!  You can see even brave Trump becomes a faggot  when Prakash Saint Paul’s fangContinue reading “I don’t see the sun; Saint Lucy, what did you see then? “