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Let all these summers go!: A poem

I look at the barren fields of the cloudless sky and feel a lack of communion with its heat peeling my clothes off me like an outer layer of skin I don’t even think it’s necessary to prize my nakedness within There is no shame in the aloneness of windows shut tight, at least! I am disabled by my inability to callContinue reading “Let all these summers go!: A poem “

Hey you bodygrabber Albanese, you are never tired of bodygrabbing, just like Prakash Saint Paul. You want me to make you travel all over the world to do your futile desperate bodygrabbing again. Or will you start using your minions in the creepy Labor Party to checkmate me!

Centrelink, do you have any shame?: A poem

I don’t want your peanuts, you frauds! Do you want to derail me, God! Take the measly sum and feed that sod Prakash Saint Paul, in the abyss’ ward I didn’t ask you to pay my rent You want to destabilise and dent my integrity, with your obnoxious scent, take my Saturnalia party and turn it to lent! Get lost! Get lost! Damn you, Centrelink! I’ll drench you with yourContinue reading “Centrelink, do you have any shame?: A poem “

Fuck off you green-black silver sliver of a moon!: A poem

(Hey fucking Labor! Take this hate speech, and for all you want, screech!) You are like a vicious mirror in the sky jubilant to make me watch myself die Limbless you stake your claim on the night And sometimes show up like a death-star to engage the contrariness of morning light What blood do you seem to drag inContinue reading “Fuck off you green-black silver sliver of a moon!: A poem “

Hey fucking cunts WordPress! You are harassing me too much. I am on a paid plan and your fucking AI helpline is saying I’m not on a paid plan. You aren’t finished with raping me and my blogsite. That you keep making it worse for me each time I tell you. You shit off creeps, I’ll destroy you to smithereens!

Fuck you all! Fuck you all! You spineless creeps who don’t stand up for truth and justice, but only look for your own conveniences. I did service to all of you. And I am being tortured to suicide in the bargain! Fuck you all, spineless creeps. All of you go have sex with Prakash Saint Paul for eternity since you all fear him so much! FUCK YOU ALL!

The truth dies in dirt; the lie doesn’t hide in its hovel: A poem

Would the bird question the cruel weather if it could speak a word from its tortured soul? Could that word turn an apocalypse into a creation that undressed it from prior evil to be free of future evil? If God pronounced his verdict with a timely gravitas that benumbed all the evil that overwhelmed him that those who soughtContinue reading “The truth dies in dirt; the lie doesn’t hide in its hovel: A poem “

The eternal garden is being destroyed: A poem

(Anthony Albanese, you don’t take advantage of my grief like you always have, I’ll fuck you!) I feel like an eternal garden that each moment is having its flowers squished one by one, by an evil invader The pain is percolating through the veins, through the nerves Who can tell that the gardener is himself, the garden? The bushesContinue reading “The eternal garden is being destroyed: A poem “

Would God commit suicide?: A poem

I am living my life in the plurality of deceit not just plurality, but manifold This immense pain (torture) has killed my forever fluorescence I always thought duty was a pre-eminent thing Would it be a sky that suddenly fell to the floor? Even large edifices crumble after being relentlessly eaten by rodents Can the deathContinue reading “Would God commit suicide?: A poem “

Hey Jashmina, I am going to commit suicide! This torture is very very very unbearable. I just want to get rid of Prakash Saint Paul. It is very very selfish of Prakash Saint Paul, Anthony Albanese or any of my enemies to take advantage of this vulnerability. There can be no justice done with Prakash Saint Paul around and you abetting my enemies. I curse that the world is destroyed after I commit suicide!