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you dirty disgusting creep Albanese, whether you have the royal commission or not, I’ll never forgive you! I curse you to rot and fester in the deepest abyss for eternity!

Hey Prakash Saint Paul, you choot, you bhoot! What part of my body you want to lick! I kick you with my foot! Your fit for fish, don’t you dare to arselick!

Chris Minns, I deem that you are neither 17, nor Virgo, nor 1979! I cast you into the deepest abyss to swim with fish; since you have joined hands with that creepy fish Albanese to checkmate me! Get Lost!

Hey Chris Minns, you need a bloody rinse!: A poem

Hey Chris Minns, go rinse your mouth! Your face is narrow; your neck is stout! And your throat looks like it’s stuck with a trout! I think, New South Wales wants you to GET OUT! Do you think you have the prowess of JFK? Did you know, Marilyn was his lay? And would you wonder if she’d jump out of the window in her heyday? But Labor has committed moreContinue reading “Hey Chris Minns, you need a bloody rinse!: A poem “

It’s going to be China; China will win!: A poem

BRICS is only China’s one-night stand with India China always means to tell Pakistan “I love ya”! Who gave Pakistan the nuke tech, China or North Korea? Are we still Pacific, because the cow can’t jump over the moon? Thank you, Allah! You know that Martian Boruska told Putin, it’s going to be (have faith in) China! Gaze into my crystal! I am God! But treachery (PSP) beats me like aContinue reading “It’s going to be China; China will win!: A poem “

Albanese is the worst Prime Minister in the history of Australia. And he doesn’t want to resign, he wants to share pop’con’ with Prakash Saint Paul; and disllusion the whole of Australia; and to continue to commit treachery against me!

Hey Sweden, whose mouthpiece are you? Are you an arctic ice Borg? Are you the moon’s (EU) Cats Willander? Or are you Abba Ayatollah from the deep sea? Or simply another front of P. Saint Paul?

That Albanese plotted with that Akram from India and Prakash Saint Paul to shoot the Jews, because he wanted to turn the Jews against me, because I am Lord Ram (from Indian mythology)!

Hey choot Prakash Saint Paul! Teri behen ki lowda; teri maa ki lowda!

I don’t want to speak the language of your hypocrisy!: A poem

(Hey Wordpress! You hypocrites, show my actual stats. Don’t harass me. FUCK OFF! I couldn’t be bothered appeasing you all or Donald Trump, because you all are so fucking afraid of Prakash Saint Paul!)) Would you want me, God, who had the blinkers on Or would you opt for the beast who imposed the cloister on me? Should I recall how you all wishedContinue reading “I don’t want to speak the language of your hypocrisy!: A poem “