Author Archives: montecyril

Hey, you utterly gross Chris Minns!: A poem 

(I think it is you who ought to be vilified you pot of shit! And if there was any ethical decorum in you Laborers, you would drown yourself in the sea for all the crimes and treachery you committed against me!) Hey, you utterly gross Chris Minns!  Did you hear your hypocrisy above the dins? Continue reading “Hey, you utterly gross Chris Minns!: A poem “

Hey Albanese, you need a very deep sleep!: A poem 

Hey, fishy Albanese! Did you dare to call on hell?  Or any other, for you, forbidden paradise, that made your gills swell?  You aren’t even a mermaid; you are a pretentious hybridding whore!  All your evil will only determine your drainage-sewerage score!  Just begone from hijacked lands; you have no iota of shame in your glands!  You have been spreading your legs to too many disinterested husbands  DoContinue reading “Hey Albanese, you need a very deep sleep!: A poem “

I want what I want, without that villain!: A poem 

Would I keep relentlessly climbing up and down  this Tree of Fate even if my agility was out of date  Mum and Dad to relive my gait; I wouldn’t disengage  thinking my age couldn’t carve out this ensemblage  I try to be nimble through the limbo; like a jumbo  repressed in a jail cell, crossing out each day  on walls, that evenContinue reading “I want what I want, without that villain!: A poem “

Jashmina, do you hear my alarm bells; or do you prefer the music of hypocrisy?: A poem 

Jashmina, do you hear my alarm bells, or would you  prefer the music of hypocrisy? Has the prolonged winter   stolen my harvest of convictions and summer burnt my   reliquaries of belief?  Am I to make a botany of what’s left  after all the treachery against me? And should I display   them as relics of my travails in the antiquatedContinue reading “Jashmina, do you hear my alarm bells; or do you prefer the music of hypocrisy?: A poem “

Did I defy all that treachery?: A poem 

I keep wandering into the skies  thinking it is my haemoglobin of vitality  But should I liken it to a magnificent dystopia?  There is foraging and there is devouring  like earth is a microcosm, of such a legacy  Could you believe that ages have seen this cruelty?  What is the wisdom of such a febrile creation?  I remember, it was an infliction on Godly intent  Continue reading “Did I defy all that treachery?: A poem “

Hey Anthony Albanese, you fish of a monstrosity! How do you have the gall to keep celebrating and capitalising on the checkmate of me! You rotten stench! You are continuing to defraud the whole of Australia! You have no convictions, you wishy washy creep! You know too well what I have reserved your eternity to! GET LOST!

Did I hear you say: Forgive?: A poem 

I think I am something insignificantly small  But there is no measure for the way I stand tall  I have not harbinged, but crusaded, and couldn’t care,  if today’s occluded sky bares its knuckles at me.  I am not even upset by the rooftops’ looking sore  The blocks look like they have turned around  to stop me from my age-oldContinue reading “Did I hear you say: Forgive?: A poem “

You can see that the treachery against me devolves from one devious sinkhole to another! From Prakash Saint Paul to Anthony Albanese, and vice versa. I’m just past 61; it’s nobody’s concern – that I should be rid of either. I think you all want me to reserve truth and justice for another lifetime! Hello New Year! Hello treachery, torment and torture?

Thank you all, for serving the demons of treachery against me!: A poem 

Listen to every unheard rhythm of my universe!  What did it begat, for all its sincerity, if not curse?  Yes, an intense scrutiny; but did you all search  your own honesty, upon which you let treachery take perch?  I am on old tree, voluntarily standing, not sagging; wagging  like a neglected pup who is notContinue reading “Thank you all, for serving the demons of treachery against me!: A poem “