Atlas 31 or Get Lost Pisces!: A poem 

Did we think Aquarius was in the Atlas ranges grains?  Can one fool an ever wise but very sublime James?  Is Atlas 31, Leo or Aquarius, or just coming to Pisces’ aid?  Are we being fooled by a future of fish in a sandwich of marmalade?  Yes, we have sun and shade equally in thisContinue reading “Atlas 31 or Get Lost Pisces!: A poem “

O Brother Jesus, do me a favour!: A poem 

O Brother Jesus, do me a favour!  You know, you were only the fish’s saviour  You must realise, that it’s now or never  Or else, it will always be sea, rain and river  Remember, that you, I never did blame  But I can give you glory and take away shame  There is so much sufferingContinue reading “O Brother Jesus, do me a favour!: A poem “

Nice Albanese, aren’t you and Prakash Saint Paul in cahoots?: A poem 

Nice Albanese, does your pussy of a mouth always point to the South Pole?  How did your orgy feel, lifelong, in the waterhole?  Did Prakash Saint Paul swim up and take up all of your slimy womb?  Did he leave any space for more, any room?  What dish do you fancy? you salivating fish!  AnContinue reading “Nice Albanese, aren’t you and Prakash Saint Paul in cahoots?: A poem “

Nice Albanese, do you have ices in your pussy Pisces?: A poem 

Nice Albanese, do you have ices in your pussy Pisces?  For you, and only you, Prakash Saint Paul is the nicest!  Like him, you are enriched with the most clandestine mind  He is a creeper, and you are like a voracious creeping vine  And can you both share a nude watery bed?  May you bothContinue reading “Nice Albanese, do you have ices in your pussy Pisces?: A poem “