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Take out all that Anthony Robbert Albanese’s LIKES off my blogsite WordPress or I’ll fuck you all for eternity!!! Is that the only likes I get, you shitholes. If you traumatise me, I will traumatise you for eternity, you shitholes!

I curse Anthony `Robber(t)’ Albanese to have coital intercourse with WorpPress, and not with my blogs or poems! FUCK YOU, WordPress!

My beautiful love, Phunnu!: A poem

What is life’s buffer when, for other people’s crimes, you must suffer?! I feel like a duffer being victimised by a handcuffer! Then, little by little, in life’s thorny thistle, before you Phew(!) and whistle You feel that beautiful joy nestle And you think it’s a dream Just a fantasial peaches and cream Yet, there is a real window realm That makes the seamless actually seem A little birdie dogContinue reading “My beautiful love, Phunnu!: A poem “

I said I felt disarmed…:A poem

I woke up before midnight calm And felt the Sun on my arm Why aren’t you asleep my good luck charm(?), he asked. I said I felt disarmed! You can take antagonism in a haste And lay it to waste if you have gotten a taste to be impregnably chaste I said I saw the moon’s face And I felt it lacked grace ButContinue reading “I said I felt disarmed…:A poem “

The Great Gatsby: A poem

Going morally declinative can decrepit the structure of civilisation’s soul such that nothing embraces dignity in a degenerate edifice that man builds purely for acquisition and not for dignified presence. You can see that too much overambitious zeal can only cause obtuse evil to flourish while intelligent soulful righteousness can be rendered dysfunctional. It is not as if religious pulpits are a vestigeContinue reading “The Great Gatsby: A poem “

Who is the messiah you are all looking for?: A poem

I always believed conformity was never a virtue And I accepted an anonymity despite being rebellious You can say my treatise in anonymity was no pretentious humility. Too many people in the know knew about me! And the assumed incognito fell out of the walls to the floor as I aged. Everyone began to (unspokenly) know, and anonymity was no longer my disguise. I am much the lyric of troubadoursContinue reading “Who is the messiah you are all looking for?: A poem “

These revelations, and the culminations that never manifest: A poem

You know, when I was little, I found the mango tree grow over me. And, I found myself saying: You Man! Please Go! And I felt the sun’s face darken and crestfall. And I said to the Sun: O Sun! You please don’t go! You are man enough for me! But I really think you ought to go, when I can’t save youContinue reading “These revelations, and the culminations that never manifest: A poem “

I want the entire Australian Broadcasting Corporation network and all its arms defunded and shut down. That creepy network has committed treason against Australia and the Australian people for decades! They ought to be put out of business!

True love, sacrifice is fine – but not self-destruction!: A poem

If you have the happiness of sadness then grief is no coffin in pressing departure And one feels no sorrow in stoic bravery, to a point! And you can evolve in the calmness of the substance of treasures even if you have an inkling of the eventuality that the evil may attempt to take even that away! And one feels no panic in the storm that blows away your rooftopsContinue reading “True love, sacrifice is fine – but not self-destruction!: A poem “

The shark wants to U-turn or to tee! Does he want to ape me or take aim at me! For he doesn’t want (where he belongs) the deep sea! He thought lately Israel was his open sesame country? What has he chosen: Judaism, Islam, or Christianity? Or has he, his hallmark invention – the crossbreed! So will we eat cheese and not brieee! I am just off too much dairy! But I played the game much before I was thirty-three! I am now past sixty, I am not worried of the checkmate of me! You can see the culprit `kneesy-easy’ is behind all the current treachery; along with false light Pall-bearer with his villainous liturgy! Doesn’t the church want them both up their chimney! Pope UnLeo smells of dead fish and not of Leonine eternity!