Author Archives: montecyril
Hey Angus Taylor, you put me through such ignominy again and I’ll damn you for eternity. Do you fancy having Depo for eternity, you spineless creep, making a scapegoat out of me!
Hey, Narendra Modi, you have any courage? I’ll send you packing!!!!
I am suffering too much! I have always kept my immense pain to myself, said little about it to anybody! I am 62, it is difficult to cop this kind of torture at this age! How brave can I be? Anyone I go to, is a bigger conundrum of compromise for me. I really think I’m being made too much of a scapegoat for all my sublime generosity! I want to go from this world!
How to be free and obtain freedom, O Gulliver?!: A poem
Would I walk in the woods of the night where I don’t know if the star-spangled sky are yellow lights signaling me in or shunting me out? If I had wisdom to perceive the ribaldry of a destiny compelled by villains? But I am not going to be contemptuous of the sky or the stars, even if I am disgraced with overlying treachery! Continue reading “How to be free and obtain freedom, O Gulliver?!: A poem “
Hey Donald Trump, I will never forgive you if you are consensual with my enemies! How come there is impunity for my enemies, and none for me! I’ll fuck you all, just watch!
Hey you most UnKingly Charles! I’ll see that you char for eternity if you try to diminish Meghan Markle; she is much more of a Queen than Camillia and Kate put together! Who deserves the throne of England? Cain (I can and am William or Abel (able) Harry?
No Hara-kiri in metaphysical Haiku of belief, Senryu and Habun!: A poem
I dream I am on a Japanese train A countryside so pristine and luscious, every grain I throw a dice, and feel beer of rice is nice! Again, I am on a Japanese train Am I an engine driver or coxswain? I lost my oar in the bloody roar! You know they branded me schizophrenic for their convenience(!), because I’m not psychotic Continue reading “No Hara-kiri in metaphysical Haiku of belief, Senryu and Habun!: A poem “
Anthony Albanese went to Solomon Islands and Penny Wong went to Fiji! Hahahahaha! And where will I go?…with a treatment order…hounded and harrassed…and intimidated by by the prospect of incarceration and confinement and evil Depo…simply for asserting myself and protecting myself and the ones I love from evil!!! Hahahahahaha!
Chicken soup for changing seasons and reflective minds: A poem
I am having chicken after ages, only shredded chicken in a soup, blessed with spice. You know, I stopped eating chicken when I was a little boy of six, when I first saw my grandma, with her steady strong hands, slit the chicken’s throat and fleece it! I started cooking rather late in my life, because I lived Continue reading “Chicken soup for changing seasons and reflective minds: A poem “
