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!

I dreamed about my Dad: A poem 

I dreamed…  that I was standing under a tree  and my Dad fell into my arms   like a leaf  And when I turned the leaf over  in my palms,  it became an encumbering star  I could hear the echoes of the universe  laughing along with my jubilation  that my Dad was returned to me  I just battled all ofContinue reading “I dreamed about my Dad: A poem “