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I won’t celebrate Christmas!: A poem

I have no celebration on my Christmas list The festivities can’t happen if treachery persists A year will have passed but the weather will still last In the humid heat, I won’t raise my festooned masts! By virtue of the selfless, even God lies for truth You see, they sabotage him, so he must display the wrong foot! It is allContinue reading “I won’t celebrate Christmas!: A poem “

On a little varied musing: A poem

(Hey Australian Broadcasting Channel! You are always trying to sabotage me!) You know I have the fondest memories of my childhood in Goa It is a place where I adopted so much of an umbilical cord You know, long ago, I was massacred by the other eleven tribes of Israel Because they didn’t have a clue that I didContinue reading “On a little varied musing: A poem “

Hey deep sea Sweden get fucked! You Western Europeans are always trying to sabotage me, God, with your chicanery and treachery. I command Mercury and the Sun to destroy you all!

Jashmina, you know, if I love you too much like I do, I will lose you! And if I, even if reluctantly, hate you too much, I will also lose you. So please do not commit treachery against me at Prakash Saint Paul’s bidding. You know the treacherous ones conspired to pit me against my Dad; and take him away from me. How I bore that ignominy all along, but didn’t shed a tear. My Dad was hijacked from me, so I had to decimate him because of that evil hijacking Prakash Saint Paul. Must I always be disillusioned like that for eternity? Think about it, Jashmina!

Hey Putin, what can I do?!: A poem

Hey Putin, what can I do? Trump is not listening; I am without one shoe! I am God, who does not cry; but am I to rue? I can’t figure out if that bodygrabber PSP wants bathroom or loo, or all else too! I can’t keep being patient with his treachery! Are all my wisdom and resilience facing butchery? It is getting too lateContinue reading “Hey Putin, what can I do?!: A poem “

Jack Smith, you are so nice!: A poem

Jack Smith, you are so very nice! But my pseudonym, Jack, doesn’t suit your ice And does the name Smith suit your bite Poor Joe Biden, too, wouldn’t believe in your insight! Who is that much-beleaguered shining knight that you are all so obsessed with, to deface his might? May you all, by the wickedness, be proven right! I know the loyalty of sincere dogs, in the US, hasContinue reading “Jack Smith, you are so nice!: A poem “

Hey charming Jim Chalmers! Please oust that Anthony Albanese! Otherwise, I’ll never forgive the Labor Party!

WordPress, you are not my enemy; I look upon you as my friend. It is only because I am perennially blindfolded, that, sometimes, my instincts can go wrong!

Trump is my friend and so is Putin. But not Albanese or Prakash Saint Paul. Who is permitting Volodmyr Zelensky to win the war? They who abandoned you, Mercury, for greed, selfishness and all! Mercury have you heard my help-seeking call? Or do you want my wrath, on you, to befall

Hey Trump! Sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine or demean you: A poem

Someone just called me a bloody pimp! I swear by the Sun that I hurt so much, and not from mere pimples! My magic was being hijacked; and my mirror was like a windscreen that cracked There were too many sinkholes forming from the transformers’ relentless whacks I just feel that me, sacred, has been defiled by the whoring about Continue reading “Hey Trump! Sorry, I didn’t mean to undermine or demean you: A poem “