Can the cops come and get me simply because my policy is not your policy? Do you think, evil Mr Albanese you can ever intimidate me? What is your sovereignty? I swear, you will be a fish for eternity! The real sovereign knows the supreme And to be courageous against untruths is no peaches andContinue reading “Can the cops come and get me and my sovereignty?: A poem “
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Take a bow, Chris Bowen!: A poem
Hey egoistic Chris Bowen! You are neither thespian nor doyen The silly goat will fall into a moat And the fish will get him by his throat! So, don’t blow your ill-sounding horn You are serving a fish, not Capricorn! Did you know all that gibberish about climate is not even fit for the humbleContinue reading “Take a bow, Chris Bowen!: A poem “
Hey Mr Donald Trump! Do you know your rump?: A poem
Hey Mr Donald Trump! You know too well your rump The world is sore and bump So, are you chimp or chum? You know the trick and fix for all the Toms, Harrys and Dicks And Elon Musk can busk that he got you your cake rusk But it was me who got you itContinue reading “Hey Mr Donald Trump! Do you know your rump?: A poem “
Cancer, you are not Gemini’s romancer!: A poem
Cancer! O Cancer! You are no intrepid dancer You don’t even have an answer to why you are not Gemini’s romancer! And how that ambitious fish wants to make pole to pole its wish Scorpio and Aries didn’t savour the kitsch when Prakash Saint Paul spurned the Sun for a ditch If you know anContinue reading “Cancer, you are not Gemini’s romancer!: A poem “
It was never easy to be me!: A poem
Do you think duty is as easy as a drink? Do you think that you can have treachery cover all your pages like ink? How does it feel when evil adds poison in your every meal? What can you pack in your bag of possessions that are always hijacked? Do you know what it isContinue reading “It was never easy to be me!: A poem “
Shame on you dirty treacherous creep Prakash! You are the deep sea fish, and you try to be and hijack everything else
Thank you one and all, for consorting with Prakash Saint Paul in his treachery against me. So, I say to you all with many thanks: Fuck you all!
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 “